frazzled

As I finally sat down to blog again, for the first time in about 3 months, I was trying to think of how to summarize these last few months of my life. I can think of so many delightful moments. So many hilarious, laugh-out-loud moments. So many sweet, yummy, cuddly moments. But mostly, when I think about my first three months as a mama to two beautiful girls? If I'm really honest?

Frazzled.



This word sums up my existence for the past three months.

A busy, exhausting, demanding, frazzled three months.

Taking care of two babies is hard work. Demanding work. You parents out there know what I'm talking about. And this adjustment period from one to two has had me feeling... you guessed it... frazzled. For the vast majority of the time.

Frazzled when the Doctor is on call at the hospital and I am trying to put two girls to bed. The baby is screaming to be fed. The toddler is screaming that she doesn't want to go to sleep. It's 9pm and I still haven't eaten my dinner.

Frazzled when I show up late (again) for a get together with friends. or church. or a meeting. or for one of the Bean's classes. Struggling to juggle my diaper bag, the bug in her infant car seat and my two-year old's hand.

Frazzled when I'm trying to get dinner together, but the baby just wants to be held and the toddler wants me to colour with her. And I forgot to thaw the chicken. And I was sure we had more milk in the fridge.

Frazzled when I just want to blow dry my hair, but the toddler is bugging the baby. And if I turn my back to dry my hair, someone will lose an eye.

Frazzled at the grocery store when my two-year old thinks it's hilarious to run down the aisles and hide on mama. The baby is tired of being in her car seat, so I'm pushing the cart with one hand while holding the baby. And my list. Chasing the hilarious toddler.

Frazzled: v. To become worn away along the edges; To become exhausted physically or emotionally.

These last few months have left me feeling a little worn along my edges. A little exhausted. A little spent.

But.

But I feel like I'm starting to get a handle on this two-kid thing.

I'm starting to figure out what I can and cannot do with two kids. Because two? Two is definitely different than one. Someone recently asked me if I'd heard the expression "One is like none, two is like ten"? Amen, sister.

But three months in and I'm finally feeling a little less frazzled. There are still moments. Oh there are still moments. But I'm starting to feel more in control. The baby is settling into more of a routine, and the toddler seems happily adjusted to having to share her mama with her sister. I actually think she can no longer remember life before the Bug.

So my hope is that this means you'll see some more regular blogging from me. My hope is that I'll have more time to record my thoughts and share my experiences with you.

That's my hope.