The days all blur together. I eat some, I sleep little. Rascal eats lots and sleeps even more. Diva Girl sleeps when it's inconvenient, and is generally driving me crazy. Husband may be even more sleep deprived than I am, and he hardly has a moment to stop and play with these crazy kids.
When Diva Girl was a newborn I took a million pictures of her every day. Poor Rascal is getting cheated. He also gets to spend more time in the bouncy seat than she did. I am refusing to feel guilty about these things. I'm in survival mode. Can't help but wonder when I'll be able to ENJOY my kids. It will happen, right?
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