Maybe it’s because I find myself now in this particular “predicament” or maybe more people are talking about it now and the fact that it applies to me is merely coincidence. Whichever the reason, wherever I turn these days I see and hear stories about women struggling with having two children under two years old. The blogs are countless. Even people from my real life have found themselves with double the diapers. And the news I hear coming out of those camps is not encouraging in the slightest. I hear lots of “better fill up on the Xanax now!” and “my life is shattered” and that sort of thing.
Uhm, I’m feeling a little nervous over here, people.
As indicated by the title of this blog, I’m pretty much a slacker. Yes, it does indicate a certain amount of “laid-back”ness but it also indicates a definite desire to not move or do more than I absolutely need to in order to get by. Trust me, one look at my house would confirm that little statement right there. So what will happen when child #3 makes their grand entrance?
When Liam arrived, it wasn’t that big of a stretch, believe it or not. Harry was 6, going on 7 and more than capable of handling small things for himself by himself. He could even fix his own breakfast and lunch if it came to that (and a few times it did). I can ask him to put his dirty clothes in the washing machine and he’ll do it. He’s got no diapers to change and putting him to bed is as easy as saying, “Time to go to bed!” So juggling two children was actually sinfully easy.
But this time? Liam will be not even two years old yet, months out from his second birthday. He’ll definitely be in diapers, with any luck he’ll be talking at least a little and though I’m loathe to imagine it, I’m sure he’ll be walking. He’ll be in that stage that children need the most supervision. And that is the precise moment in which my attentions will be irrevocably diverted. Will he suddenly put up a fuss when we put him to bed (right now, he goes to bed easy as pie and stays that way all night long)? Will he act out against me and the baby? Will he need me at the precise moment the baby needs me? Will he ever forgive me?
I’ve already realized that his naps (if, pray to God, he’s still napping at the time) will be directly opposed to the baby’s. I mean, that’s just Murphy’s Law right there. But what else is lurking out there to bite me in the ass when I’m at my most sleep deprived?
I’ve pretty much resolved to handle it as I’ve handled just about everything else in my life: I’ll tackle that bridge when I come to it. Bite the bullet, don’t overthink it, just plug your nose and dive in. Ask questions later. I don’t want to freak myself out (too late), I just want to get it done and do it as best as I can.
It’ll be an adventure, that’s for sure.
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This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
