Remember when I was a SAHM for like two weeks with twins? Me neither, but it happened in June. Here is what June 2nd was like:
6:30 am to 9:30 am, not pictured, dropped Ezra (7) and Lily (5) at school, packed lunches, slowly got out of house with Aubrey and Clara (2.5)
9:30 At the park:
10:00 Snack Time
11:00 Take the train from near the park for no reason going nowhere
11:30 get off train then get on train going back to the same station we left from
12:00 Spend hours (or maybe minutes) getting back into the car to go home
12:30 Lunch time gets messy
1:00 Naptime. See lots of mess to clean up and sit down instead and instantly lose all motivation
2:30 and also what felt like seconds later, time to get up from nap
3:00 Pack snack and head off to pick up big kids from school
3:30-4:30, not pictured, walked to the park, suddenly a kid yells I NEED A POO and then we have to go home but the other kids cry because they wanted to go to the park. And yes this is the same park that we previously abandoned a play date because a kid had to poo so I really don't understand how anyone does after school park trips because for us it ends with crying and running home for poops every time. Is that a lot of poop chat for a blog? Too bad, poop is my twin mom life.
4:30 Drive to a different park instead, after everyone uses the toilet
5:00 everyone looking tired from lots of park time
5:15 Walk back to the car, slowly.
tidy up before dinner
6:30 I have no memory of what dinner was but I guess there wasn't enough and kids are eating something with peanut butter after?
7:30 kids bedtimes done and time for tidying up and also bed
And that was a day of twin life. It's cute, they're cute, and I feel tired and mentally unstimulated just logging that day out on this blog.
3:00 Pack snack and head off to pick up big kids from school
The experience of taking care of small children is hard to put into words. It is both exhausting and overstimulating AND under-stimulating and boring. So many conflicting feelings at once.
ReplyDeleteAs my husband and I used to say: "It's a lot." That about sums it up. It really does feel like SO. MUCH. Someone falls and gets hurt. Someone's hungry. Someone needs a nap. Someone needs to poop (or pees their pants).
I'm glad you survived this stretch of SAHMing. It does get easier and little by little the twins (and Ezra and Lily!) will gain more and more independence.
I dropped my son off at tennis today (he's helping with the younger kids' lessons) and saw all the parents of young kids walking their kids to the court and I just... unceremoniously dropped him off at the curb (as he would prefer!) and drove to an appointment. The whole thing took a few seconds instead of the 10+ minutes it would have taken in earlier years. In that moment I felt SO HAPPY to be at that stage of not needing to find a parking spot and all the hooplah of complicated drop offs and pickups. Been there, done that. Don't miss it!!! He got dressed this morning. And filled his water bottle. And brushed his teeth. And got his own breakfast. And got his tennis gear.
It's still a lot. It's a different "a lot" and I find it a lot more pleasant, overall, than the little years a lot.