Two kids.
Two kids are better than one, right?
Or, rephrased: you will never sleep again.
It’s not that two kids is any more difficult than one. It’s the baby and preschooler factor. It’s when you’ve got a helpless little body that relies on you for everything and also a growing little person who believes he is so independent that he’s already a grown up. That’s where you run into trouble.
Not sleeping for days (months) on end all while keeping up with said preschooler during the day is enough to make one crack up. Gone are the days of brown hair. Mine is now gray. (Though I can’t really blame that on two kids. I’m going to, though.) Gone are the days of peaceful eight hours of deep slumber. Gone are the days of any distinction of order and organization. Gone are the days of meals made on time (if at all) and gone are the days of punctuality.
Although, I will say we have done decently well in the punctuality category. Knock on wood…
Gone are the days of any trace of sanity.
New parents are told to keep their sanity by sleeping when the baby sleeps. What about us second, third or even fourth timers? When do we get to catch up on sleep? I must be running on about twelve collective hours of sleep over the last four weeks. It’s no wonder I have lost my grip on reality. I can’t do math without major brain power but even I know that’s not enough sleep.
I tried to catch some shut eye this afternoon and woke up to my son trying to screw together a toy using a Leatherman. Thank god he picked the right tool, otherwise he may have sliced a finger off! Mother of the year here.
And my poor husband. That guy gets to leave for almost ten hours every day.
I have updated my résumé and am on the prowl for work. Maybe I’ll get a halfway decent nap during lunch when I’m employed. At the very least, I won’t have to listen to “why?” over and over and over and over and over again…
And what’s up with the title of this post? You know, lack of sleep.
Two kids. You will never sleep again.
