Mayday, mayday! Send backup! This sucks!
All summer, I said I thought things might actually be harder when the boys went back to school, but I didn't mean it. I was saying it like I could say things might actually be worse once I lost weight (saggy skin, over-amorous husband, needing to come up with money for new clothes, etc.): sure, there'd be downsides, but obviously it would be better overall. But NO! It actually IS worse. WORSE! To have FEWER children!
The mornings last FOREVER. I feel like I'm running a daycare. Somebody's always crying or whining. Nobody can be left for TWO SECONDS without there being permanent marker on the furniture. I get to my absolute limit of the boredom-frustration cocktail--and I look at the clock, and it is 9:00 a.m.
AND, I am trying to keep up with the exercise thing, but I'm about to lose my mind trying to fit it in. And while I'm doing the workout DVD, the twins are yelling and Henry is blowing out of his diaper and the cat is meowing to go out and FOR THE LOVE OF PETE CAN'T I HAVE TWO SECONDS HERE TO DO SOMETHING I HATE??? Like that.
But I've been wondering: Why IS this so difficult? It was not this difficult when the twins were born, and Henry is a nice easy baby as babies go. I have given this a lot of thought in the long, long hours of the workday and worknight, and here is my conclusion: there is something magically difficult-licious about the combination of toddler and infant.
This would explain why I remember the days of Toddler Rob and Infant William as a time of chanting "This can't be done, this can't be done, this can't be done,"--but I don't feel that way about the days when I had double the number of children, two of whom were newborns. Because when the twins were born, I had a 6-year-old and a 4-year-old, not toddlers. They were old enough to understand and follow instructions. The 6-year-old could make cereal or sandwiches. They could both take showers. They could both get themselves dressed and undressed. Neither of them spent much time crying, or shouting things I couldn't interpret, or asking for what? what? oh my freaking stars above, WHAT DO YOU WANT???
I am re-thinking my views on baby spacing. I have been thinking all along that the "Toddler Rob and Infant William" time was difficult because it was hard to go from one child to two. I still do think that was a big part of it--but now I am thinking another big part was some sort of nasty chemical reaction caused by combining toddler and infant. In my experience, a close spacing pays off later--but it is not "later" yet, and the comparative joy of the wider spacing is still fresh in my mind.
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