This is how I pictured motherhood would be like: Me, right here, writing on this blog as the kids played around. You know, me doing my thing… them, doing their thing. As I remembered doing it when I was a child.
It sure took a while and the sleep deprivation nearly got me to the edge of my mental health (that’s actually a lie, I went far beyond the edge) but I think we are here.
We are at that stage where the kids wanna play with each other, even though they still want our attention.
At this point, we can actually take them for a ride. They won’t be screaming, trying to get off the car seat, vomiting, driving us crazy…. and I won’t be sitting in the back with them.
We can also do fun stuff together like play games.
They no longer make me nervous that they might need to be breast fed at the same time or throw up at the same time. Be burped at the same time. God.
No wonder I’m traumatized. Even remembering it makes kinda shaky.
But now, we are at that stage where I actually have so much time for myself (like, a whole hour) I barely know how to handle it. I am so used to taking short showers and running somewhere that I forgot (I absolutely forgot) how to relax.
It sounds like something fun to learn again, though.
I am happy we are at this stage today.