Heather at Young and Younger published this post on 21 June, 2011...
As their battle cries recede, and silence descends, I realise I’ve survived another day. But there are war wounds – every muscle in my body has its own unique ache, some dull, some throbbing, some piercing. My neck and back feel have gone into spasm, and I’ve gained a few new bruises, most notably a toddler teeth-shaped design on my right forearm and a nasty welt at stair-gate-height on my hip bone. But the biggest casualty is my brain. I’m numb from the neck up, and spots of light are dancing in front of my eyes. I feel like white noise is being beamed directly into my skull. I head to the sick bay, take up my nightly position on the sofa, and question whether it would be more effective to administer the gin and tonic with an IV rather than by mouth.
Being at home full-time with the twins is the biggest challenge of our house move.
Our days are packed with activity, every half hour bursts with laughter and tears, and I’m rushing around, meeting the constant imperious demands of two 21-month-olds. Open this! No, don’t do it like that! Close it! Open it again! No, not like THAT! Tickle me! More, more, more! Cuddle please! Hold my hand! Don’t hold my hand! Hold the other hand! Pick me up! Let me walk! Don’t put me down! Don’t carry her, carry me! NOW!
Stress and joy come in equal measure.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating it – quite the opposite, actually, but I really had forgotten the toll it takes on your body and your mind and how huge a challenge it is to remain calm and keep your temper. It’s a good thing that there are moments when you can’t help but laugh…
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