Today marks the end of too long of a time period where I had to figure out how to be a single mom of two for the first time. Taran returned from his stint on the rig today to find both boys alive and well and me too.
I have to say it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, though I kinda protected myself. I limited outings to the bare minimum which helped greatly. I also had help on the weekends with various family members coming in to town which was awesome. The biggest difficulty I noticed was in the house. Before having two kids, housework got a bit behind, but I didn't have much difficulty catching up if needed. With two kiddos, it's much harder. Cleaning, laundry, and dishes it seems were done on a catch-up basis - when say, the sink was full of dishes or I ran out of clothes - which is definitely not ideal, but that's how it worked.
In case you were wondering, chasing a toddler is not as easy when holding a wee baby. The Moby is my friend keeping the infant close while keeping Noah out of things or chasing him and bringing him back to the time out chair he was avoiding. It's also not so easy to clean off breakfast dishes if I happen to set August in the bouncy chair and Noah is loving on him a bit too much, and by that, I mean sitting on him. Yes, that's right, I caught Noah sitting on his younger brother in the bouncy seat. Sheesh...
It's definitely an adventure. I'm glad that the hubby is back. Maybe I can go grocery shopping or something now kid free! Or maybe with just one... Even that would be a break. I still adjusting and I'm sure as time goes on I'm going to figure out this two kid thing. For now, I'm attempting to maintain my sanity.
