Monday, August 02, 2010

Let me tell you about my evening...




We haven't updated for a while, and I do so apologize. You see, right now we are wondering if we'll ever have time to shower or go to the bathroom, so blogging has become a tad difficult. I'm sure things will slow down eventually...or we'll adjust. Hehe...we hope!

Anyway, I wanted to give you a little taste of what an evening with the twins is like for me.

5:00 pm: Have perfectly good intentions of starting dinner. Wait...who's crying? Okay, we'll just have a peek at the babies, and then I'll get dinner started.

5:30 pm: Connor has stopped crying because he's being fed (eyes were open, therefore he thinks he must eat), but now Jackson is crying. I guess I'll try to pick him up and feed him while simultaneously feeding his brother. No problem. I'm a supermom...

5:35 pm: "MADI!? Madison?" I begin to desperately call for my helpful 8 year old, only to be responded to by my very eager and yet somehow less helpful 3 year old. I'm wondering if it's okay for him to bring me the baby. Hmmm.

6:55 pm: Finally have both babies fed and changed and lounging in their boppies. Ah, now where was I? Oh yes, dinner.

7:15 pm: Dinner started. Where is Ben? "Ben?" Of course...he is now asleep on the floor. Okay, well...I guess we'll be one 3 year old down for dinner tonight. I carry him to bed and run back to the kitchen.

7:24 pm: Working on dinner. And now both babies are crying. Ah...the dulcet tones of my precious newborns...

7:45 pm: Jackson and Connor are now both on one boppy with a pacifier each being held in their unwilling mouths by big sister, who has finally decided to help me out with them, as long as it is in front of the television...and doesn't take too long...because it really makes her arm hurt. Poor little bunny.

8:15 pm: Dinner on the table! Hooray. Just bringing the fork to my mouth now...aaaaaannnd, someone is crying. Okay, I'll just run over and see what the problem is. Oh...I guess I might cry if my brother was sucking on the back of my head, too. Two pacifiers stuffed back into two mouths, and back to dinner.

8:30 pm: Quiet. Wow. This is so totally easy, I don't know what I was thinking earlier. The twins are so sweet and cute. Ben is asleep, Madi is taking a shower...

8:34 pm: Mayhem ensues as both twins begin screaming bloody murder and Madi is yelling for me to bring her a towel. Didn't I clearly request that she make sure she took her towel into the bathroom with her?

8:59 pm: Holding both babies and "tucking in" Madison. Tell me why we "tuck in?" I never did understand.

9:15 pm: Feeding both babies simultaneously when Ben wanders out of his room and announces that he is now hungry. Well, I'm so glad he got that nice long nap at bedtime so he can stay up all night with the twins and I. I was feeling so lonely.

9:45 pm: Convinced Ben to go back to bed after feeding him cheese and a banana. I'm also feeling pretty good about not feeding him a twinkie for dinner. What a good mother I am.

10:30 pm: Surfing facebook and blogstalking people who are friends with people I know. Don't judge...you know you do it.

11:00 pm: Getting bath ready for twins, who are already starting to squirm and grunt.

11:05 pm: Wondering why I have not yet invested in ear plugs. Both babies are screaming more loudly than you would imagine a tiny little thing could scream, as I try to gather enough supplies to bathe, clothe, swaddle and feed them both.

11:07 pm: Realize that I have to pee...also realize it is going to be a while.

11:10 pm: Begin torturing Connor. Evil weapon of choice: bathtub.

11:15 pm: Wrestle screaming and slightly damp baby into pajamas as other baby screams in the background.

11:20 pm: Begin torturing Jackson with previously mentioned evil bathtub.

11:25 pm: Wrestle other screaming and damp baby into pajamas that I now realize are too small while other baby screams in the background.

11:30 pm: Get ready to feed infants who are obviously starving and visibly wasting away, just ask them...they'll scream at you about it!

12:00 am: Finish feeding poor, starving babies. Give Jackson medicine. Swaddle babies who are now wide awake and ready to play, and hope that when the book tells you to put them to bed while they are still awake, this is what they meant.

12:15 am: Put Ben back to bed again. Sit on the couch and stare at the wall, relishing the silence...wait, who's crying?


Sound like fun? I have an opening for anyone who would like to take over night shift! And before the Brian lynching starts...he is actually usually right there in the trenches with me. This was just a Brian free evening. I can't wait for more Brian free evenings when school starts in a couple of weeks (eeeek!).

9 Comments:

At 7:42 AM, Blogger Melanie said...

Awesome. Hilarious and miserable and totally awesome. I think you should read this at the twins' graduation party in 18 years.

 
At 11:46 AM, Blogger Jennifer said...

I am so sorry. You can do it, you are a super mom. You can keep venting, is fine. I am glad that you are one real mom and show us all the aspects of being a mom. It really pisses me off when moms say that being a mom is not that challenging and make the other moms feel like crap, specially the ones that their children are all grown up. Is like they have selective memories.

 
At 3:43 PM, Blogger mamahewe said...

Sounds about par for the course!!!! I promise it does get better and you will have time to yourself again!!! Hang in there because to me it sounds like you are doing great under the circumstances!!! There are still nights that I don't have dinner on the table until 7-7:30 but now it is less often than it used to be!!! Like I've said before when they start sleeping through the night and eating solids it really helps!!! My boys are now eating some table foods and it makes for a little easier time because they don't want to nurse as often!! I do remember when my boys were that small and I felt like all I ever did was feed them I would just get done put them down, get them settled and turn around to do something and someone would be screaming and I would look at the clock and realize that it was time for them to eat again!!!! You are in my thought and my prayers!!!! Keep up the good work!!!!!!!!

 
At 7:49 PM, Blogger Erica said...

Loved it! I feel for you.. This was hilarious and so clever. It'll be so great to read in like.. 10 years when it doesn't make you want to cry anymore. lol.

 
At 8:48 PM, Blogger Angela said...

Ohh Krista....it was an awesome post though. Ha ha. Let me know if you need help while you are in town. I'd be happy to take Ben and Madi for a day...or hold the twins for a good few hours. :)

 
At 8:29 PM, Blogger Mabeys said...

Aw, man! You are super-mom!

 
At 9:09 PM, Blogger Cheryl said...

Sounds familiar!! Been there, done that AND survived!! Keep your sense of humor and you'll be fine!! They do grow up! ;p)

Lots of love!!

 
At 12:22 AM, Blogger Emily said...

Krista, I love you.

 
At 3:27 PM, Blogger Heidi said...

So, you could have started this post with "Don't you hate it when..." and then I could have taken it down and showed it to Mr. Pabian, (who, by the way, rents a house right by our office and is always outside picking up trash). But seriously, you are awesome for not going postal. I am pretty sure that I would. Sometimes I can't even handle my 2 children, let alone 4 - you are amazing!

 

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