I love my boys so much but I am fed up with not sleeping properly, with wanting to cry all the time cause I have the blues and most of all with my huge down-hanging apron of a belly. I want my flat de-cluttered and not have baby things EVERYwhere. I am horrible and ungrateful and I am now off to cry again.
Hon, being a twin mom takes twice as much patience,twice as much love and twice as much skill at ignoring the tiny crap that gets to you! My house has looked like a bomb went off for over a year now
but when I get super frustrated about it, I go play with my girls some more! My oldest is turning 20 in a couple weeks, I KNOW how fast this all goes and I want to enjoy every moment! There is an old poem about leaving the housework for another day- and I LIVE by it- "I'm rocking my babies and babies don't keep"- Keep your chin up, love- as soon as the sleeping thing regulates a little more (And it will- there will come a moment when you are over the moon ecstatic that you just got a solid 4 hours sleep! Then 5, etc) you'll have a better coping and handle on things- Until then, enjoy those tiny loves, they really don't keep
"Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton"