We’ve been home from the hospital for just over a week. My mother left on Wednesday and since then, I’m not sure how I’ve survived. The woman did everything around here, including vacuum my garage. I know, weird.
Having two kids has been really tough for me. I’m not saying that I wish I didn’t have another. And I don’t want to scare other people, because your mileage may vary, but I’m just a systematic person, and when that all goes to shit, I tend to lose it entirely. I turned to the Meester the other night and said “We got our easy going baby first.” Little Miss isn’t exactly a difficult child, but she’s definitely more high maintenance than the Mini ever was, and she hates to be put down. I don’t blame her. We’re all warm and snuggly. It’s the perfect sleeping conditions. Of course, being that she’s an infant, she’s pretty much checked out all day, and then awake all night. This will pass. Right now, I don’t know how people who are sane, have more than one child. I also am shortly going to be seeking help for Post Partum Depression, because I’m no good to my kids when I’m in this state.
The Mini is still remarkably good with his sister. He loves to give her kisses and is usually interested in her presence. However, his method of getting attention with us, leaves little to be desired. It’s largely “two” with a side of extreme button pushing. All of it is completely normal and yet despite this, he’s been a pretty good kid for the most part. If anything, this has helped him to learn to communicate more effectively.
Otherwise, if you’ve sent me email, or have tried to get in touch with me in any way, forgive my lack of response. I barely have time for anything, and people who have asked for pictures are going to have to wait until the year 2015.