It feels like I have been hit by a truck.
All the time.
I eat things like salt and vinegar chips and Vienna Fingers because I am always hungry and cannot have; dairy, chocolate, spicy food, beans, gas-producing vegetables, too much caffeine.
I stink. Haven't bathed in days. Hair becoming like dreadlocks.
See my husband only on occassion, on which we yell at each other about things like; types of formula, adequate burping practices, poop diapers, vomit, showers, baths, dinner...
Have ungroomed eyebrows that are starting to look as bushy as they did in 1984.
Dust bunnies, toilet bowl rings, dirty countertops, full litter box, dusty TV screen.
Stuffy nose, constipation, headache, backache, sore boobs.
General feeling of being overwhelmed and out of sorts.
Just when we think we are getting the hang of things and it is starting to get "easier", something happens like "uh ha! Gotcha mom and dad!! You thought you were soooo smart, now what are you going to do about this?"
I wouldn't give up my boys for the world. I am oh so glad that they came to join our family. However, I wouldn't wish this on anyone else. Unless they could afford a baby nurse, a nanny and a housekeeper. On most days there is at least a moment of amazement when I look at each of them and melt - that makes it all worthwhile. It's the days when I have had no more than 3 hours of disjointed sleep that make it difficult to see the forest for the trees.