It's been a while, I know. I apologize. I'm sure you all will understand that my time has been consumed by poop, spit-up, and crying. And then of course there is Alexandra and Josephine to take care of as well. So, in all there has been little time left for writing blog posts.
Alex has only been out of daycare for less than two weeks and my
official start as a stay-at-home has barely begun and I'm pretty sure
I'm already an alcoholic. This is mostly because the minute either Alex or Jo Jo wakes up I wonder when I can start drinking. Don't be surprised if one day, in the not so distant future, you find me silently weeping
on the bathroom floor chugging mouth wash because I've already
consumed all of the booze in the house.
I have made a few discoveries over the course of these last few weeks. First of all, I've noticed that toddlers have an uncanny way of being exactly where you don't want them to be. For example, Jo Jo can be sleeping in her chair in the middle of the wide open kitchen floor and Alex will undoubtedly knock into her and wake her up, forcing me to restart the grueling process of getting Jo back to sleep. Similar to this is the toddler's ability to walk through the pile of dirt you just painstakingly swept for the last 15 minutes. A second toddler oriented observation is the fact that they constantly step on your feet. No matter how far away I try to move my feet from Alex she finds a way to step on the most delicate part of my foot, right on top of the foot where there's little skin and all bone. I could be sitting cross legged and she would find a way to step on them.
A third observation is a self observation. I have no energy left in me to fight anything. For example, at this very moment I'm watching Alex carry around a gift bag which she is using to tote around a 3 hour old apple slice and piece of toast. Every now and then she reaches in and takes a bite of one or the other and I don't care. I also don't care that I can currently feel the air on my butt crack because my pants fit so horribly.
Well, that's it for now. Alex has just spit out chunks of the apple she was eating and the baby has poop up her back and I think I hear that wine bottle calling my name.
