Twins at 10 weeks

When I used to do a lot of cycling there was a common saying "it doesn't get any easier, you just get faster".  I never felt like I was becoming a better cyclist because every ride was hard, but in retrospect I was doing some decent cycling.

I think twin babies might be similar.  Every day is very hard still.  Christmas was hard.  I am pretty sure they cried for the first 8 weeks straight.  However, the other day I made dinner while Andy was in work AND picked up Isaac from school.  Making dinner was impossible before 8 weeks.  Now, it's possible.  

Dinner was chicken burgers (made with frozen chicken patties, yum!) and chips (from a packet of frozen chips) and broccoli (fresh! chopped! Put in oven at the same time as everything else!).

Sure, I ate dinner with a baby strapped to me asleep (because this is the only way I can figure out how to eat dinner without babies crying).  And I managed to clean up after dinner while Andy put the big two to bed (with a baby strapped to him) and then we spent 90 minutes feeding and putting the babies to bed.  And then I tried to go to bed (because it's 8pm and I fall asleep at 8).

Unfortunately even when going faster on a bike one is not immune to punctures or getting lost.  And when getting faster with babies it sometimes goes the same way.  They had their first set of vaccinations on Tuesday and last night was the worst night of sleep since the darkest night. 

I won't bore with the details, but I only managed 90 minutes as my longest stretch of sleep.  I did have 4 hours total, split over 4 different sleeps. 

I am tired.

A baby is now awake from nap.

This post was supposed to have something positive at the end.  It's sunny and we have a lot of cake in the house now. And, it's 9:20am, so I have less than 12 hours to bedtime! 

Also Andy got me this advent calendar for Christmas. It’s a countdown to the worst time, which we both remember as 12 weeks. At 12 weeks the babies are not the worst, they are usually getting better, but the cumulative effect of 12 weeks of baby is the worst. 

I’m enjoying one peanut butter cup a day untill then!