There is one thing to keep in mind while at home alone with two young children: no matter what you do, you will always be outnumbered.
It may seem like a negative way to look at it- but I find it kind of comforting. There are two of them against one of me. Sometimes, you just can’t win.. and you can’t fault yourself for that, because you only have two arms attached to one body- there’s really only so much you can do at once.
Today didn’t go as horribly as I thought. I guess psyching myself out over it did some good. If you think it’s going to be the worst thing ever.. really all it can do is be better than that.
I think it had a lot to do with timing, though. Parker ate his first bottle early, meaning he slept all the way through breakfast. Then we had his appointment to go to, which I was lucky enough to have a fabulous friend come over to watch Holden so I could take Parker alone- so that was a big time out from the day right there. When we got back, it was time for Parker to eat again.. after which he passed right out and Holden and I ate lunch in peace.
Then came the ‘hardest’ part of the day. I got Holden down for a nap without any issue at all, and then guess who woke up and wouldn’t go back to sleep?
After a dose of mylanta to settle him down from all the reflux induced back arching he was doing and another bottle.. and then me rocking him for a good 30 minutes and dozing off myself, I opened my eyes and he was finally asleep.
The rest of the day went about the same… until Thomas got home.. and then Holden turned into a total and complete Daddy monster. Completely flipped out when Thomas started feeding Parker- the screaming, the decibels.. unreal. He hadn’t cared all day whenever I took time out from paying attention to him to tend to Parker, but of course, when Daddy does it, it’s the end of the friggin world.
I guess i’d rather him act that way towards Thomas when we’re all home to deal with it then act that way towards me when no one is around to help me.
I’m not taking any bets on tomorrow. I’m expecting some days to be god-awful and some days to run smoothly, with a lot of days falling in between. Just have to take it as it comes and not expect anything to go as planned anymore. Hard pill to swallow, but it has to be done.
Eventually, though, things WILL go my way and this squirmy little baby will be on a schedule with Holden and all will be calm and peaceful in this house once again. It might not be for over a year, but it will happen eventually.
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