Some days, it is all too much. Some days, I feel like super mom. I feel like I need to preface a post like this with...I love my girls very much and wouldn't trade them for anything.
I just took the Christmas tree to the backyard so it can sit there until garbage day. I have a trail of pine needles through my house. I know that it's been one of those days when I'd much rather sweep, vacuum and steam the floors than hang out with the girls!
I know that everyone is busy, which includes being stressed or overwhelmed at times. Sometimes the combo of two 7-month olds and two very active (and often dirty) dogs becomes overwhelming. When the girls arrived, I became much better about asking for help. I had no choice. Asking for help isn't a sign of weakness, although I still sometimes feel a hint of that. I still feel like I'm burdening people when I ask for help with the girls, the dogs or the house. I know that this is my issue though. Ah, but changing my way of thinking is easier said than done!
Some days, the girls go down for their naps easily and are happy and smiley all day long. Some day, they fight sleep like the plague and scream in their cribs, making them cranky for most of the day. Some days flow easily and fly by. Some days drag on and never seem to end. And then there are days when I have one baby who sleeps and is happy and smiley and one who doesn't sleep and is cranky. Those days are the most challenging.
Today has been one of those 'fight sleep, scream in their cribs' kinda days. Thankfully, the day is almost done and tomorrow will be a new one!