Recently, an ex-school mate of mine who is expecting her second child SMSed me asking how's life with two kids.
My reply to her was, "It's crazy. I don't even have time to pluck my armpit hair".
It's true - I can't make this shit up.
I'm slightly irritated at this point of my life.
Having two kids under the
age of four has totally thrown my life out of whack.
Every night, I dread having
to put both kids to sleep.
You see, Adam is rowdy and keeps the baby awake.
Yet, he cannot sleep without me because I'm the only person in his whole wide
world who can put him to bed.
The baby cannot stop sucking on my boobs. Left
breast, dozes off. Put baby down in crib. Starts fidgeting. Escalates to crying.
Right breast. Baby dozes off. Put him back into crib.
Meanwhile, I tell Adam
to go back to his room and sleep, only about 700 times. But we all know it too well - he walks in and out of my room about 750 times. And because of this, the
noise is keeping the baby awake.
Who exchanged the Adam who could sleep
through the night alone with this needy kid??
When the baby finally
sleeps, I drag Adam back to his room & we fall asleep together on his bed
because I am too bloody mother-fucking exhausted.
The next time I wake up is
about 3-4hours later, to the cries of the baby in crib in my room. I also have
my contact lens/ glasses and hair band still on because I was too bloody mother-fucking
exhausted to remove them. Night after night after night.
If there's one thing motherhood has made me do,
it's swearing. I find myself swearing a lot after children entered my life.
I hardly sleep anymore,
fuckit, but life still goes on. My bladder is full,
goddammit, but the baby can't break away from my boobs. I smell of stale cheese and have spit-ups on my T-shirt, the same one I wore since yesterday.
Shit.
What did I swear about in the past anyway? A broken nail?
Another
3-4 hours later I wake up again for another feeding, and then it's almost
daybreak and soon I have to wake Adam up for school, and get on with my day's
activities functioning on so little sleep.
By mid-day, my hair is in such a
mess that my keys could get lost in them.
I now have two needy children
despite the fact that I have a husband, a mother-in-law and a
helper.
Weekends are no better. The entire household is hyped up about not having
to school/ work and everyone but me seems to be happy with lesser sleep.
Never in my life did I imagine myself to pray for Mondays. Once Adam is out
the door on his way to school, I do cartwheels.
I am grouchy and
disheveled.
I wish this is only a passing phase and I can get my own life
back. Soon.
By the way, here are my two slightly irritating children:
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Opa Gangnam style at 9:30pm on a Tuesday night. Yes, it's a school night and I let my child dance on the table-top. Minus 300 parenting points. |
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Buddha baby with double chin. A romper which says "I want Mummy's boobs" would be more apt. |
Goodness, I do love my children. I'm just saying, being a
mother is such a tough job!