Plum Baby is two weeks old today. She is really pretty amazing. She is growing like crazy. And is really pretty reasonable. She doesn’t fuss too much, is soothable, and sleeps in 3 hour chunks (sometimes). And big brother has been amazing – gentle, kind, concerned and helpful. Sometimes I look at the two of them and cannot believe my luck.
Okay, now all the mushy, lovey stuff is out of the way…
This is hard. Really hard. And today I am tired.
Who am I kidding? Every day I am tired. And today I don’t feel like talking about how lucky I am (I am), or how good I have things (I do). Indulge me while this tired mama whines a little.
Today was a 12-hour day alone with the 2 peanuts. Did I rely on “Wheels on the Bus” on repeat on my iPhone, and DVRed versions of “Yo Gabba Gabba”? I did. Did baby fuss and cry and otherwise not sleep for an eternal 4 hour stretch during dinner –> bath –> bedtime? She did. Did Mr. Pickle Pumpkin take his first tumble down the stairs (only 4 of them – I was supervising and actually caught him, mid-tumble with a baby in my other arm)? He did (and was fine). Given all of that, it wasn’t a bad day. But it was a long day. And I am simply done.
Tomorrow I will do less, and sleep more, and spend lots of good quality time with Miss Plum, snuggling. And I will cut myself some slack.