Yikes! I have two children!

Okay, nix the post I said earlier about surviving with two kids. There were definitely two days this week that, had it not been for my mom helping, I would have gone insane.

One of the days was one where Tobey was up but Eli was asleep or the other way around the whole day. Pro: I was only dealing with one kid at a time. Con: No nap for me! Would I rather have it this way or not? Ah, decisions, decisions, not that any of that was under my control.

The other time was on Saturday when Tom was playing golf and I had Richard and Angel help babysit Tobey while I ran party errands. Usually a whole morning "off" would seem like a dream but now with another kid, the 3 hours just disappeared in an instant. Plus, the timing of pickup was difficult because Eli woke up to nurse right at the "wrong" time. So I called Angel with the inconsiderate question: "I'm not going to be on time, would you rather me be early or late to pick up Tobey?" I can't imagine doing this everyday, having to pick up an older kid from school while toting around a younger one. Then again, that day will probably come soon enough whenever we start Tobey on preschool.

So tomorrow my mom leaves town and what I've been kind of wishing for is about to come true: being on our own (at least we can claim back our bedroom, instead of being kicked out into the playroom/living room by our newborn's snorts and rustles). But now that the time is about to come, I've learned to appreciate these last moments of having help. Getting dinner on the table with two kids? That will be the most difficult. The only thing I have to look forward to? Tom's taking a week off of work. Am looking forward to us being a family with no spectators.