When I was pregnant with Enzo, I would sit and think about what it was going to be like having two little ones running around. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the reality. Especially the day to day stuff. I must say, my expectations were a little higher. I have since learned to lower them, and just kind of roll with the punches.
I’ve accepted the fact that:
-The one year old will consume more cat food and crumbs off of the floor than actual food.
-The three year old will need at least four outfit changes today, not including superhero attire.
-The three year old will bop the one year old on the head and make him cry. Twice.
-Something that I never thought could be used as a weapon, will be used as a weapon. i.e. the toilet brush. Don’t ask.
-I will have to listen to Caillou whine for at least 30 minutes if I want the three year old to sit still.
-Both kids will probably only get half the servings of fruits/vegetables that they need today. But if popcorn was a food group, we’d be golden.
-By the end of the day I will be covered in milk, boogers, and peanut butter. So sexy.
-I will have texted my husband at least three times with, “Guess what your sons did now!?”
-I will have spent 70% of my day preventing the one year old from choking on his brother’s toys.
-The three year old will have learned a new curse word after I step on yet another Lego.
-I will say the phrase, “It’s a good thing they’re cute,” about 20 times.
It’s ok. We always have tomorrow.