My Own Guantanamo?

Sorry for the lack of updates.

I'm...

tired.

No one tells you that kids (plural) are awesome...

and you'll seemingly never sleep again.

For your first, every moment is special.  Sure you don't sleep at night, but you nap together during the day.  You spend your waking moments treasuring those tiny fingers and toes. You stare endlessly into those beautiful new eyes.

With number two?  Dear Lord.  All you want is sleep.

Detainees at Guantanamo underwent sleep depravation for up to 72 hours...

I'm thinking of moving there.  Sounds like a spa day.

I called my sister (mother of 4) and asked, "Please tell me it gets easier"

Pause.

"No" she responded seriously.

Do you know what you should never tell a mother to a 2 year old and a newborn?!?!!?  That it will never get easier than right at this moment. The moment both kids are screaming at the top of their lungs and the house looks like an alien baby has puked everywhere.  The moment when you put on shoes INSIDE your house, not to protect your floors... but to protect your feet from cheerios, dog food, and yesterday's dinner that your toddler threw because he didn't like it.  The moment you haven't showered since, since, since...hmm, when did I shower last??  The moment when you are listening to the 249th viewing of Calliou and can't recall the last adult show you got to watch.  The moment when you just got back from Costco after buying $150 in diapers and 15 frozen pizzas because that's the best you can do for dinner these days (hence the dinner throwing incident). The moment when your husband walks in the door and asks "What did you do all day!?!?" when staring at the messy house and your fingers twitch reaching for the cleaver.  The moment when euriheurnqeiughjvniuomneuheuithn zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............