Two under two.
Not gonna lie. It's work. My time and energy is completely poured out to these two little bodies.
The opportunities to think about what I want or need are few and far between.
Thankfully, I have a husband who is like a refuge at the end of a long day.
My days are a blur of feeding people.
Feeding myself so that I can in turn feed my newborn.
Feeding my toddler and making sure my husband has a fully belly,too.
I wipe bottoms.
I change one diaper only to turn around to change another.
There are times when BOTH of them are crying and I feel like my head is spinning.
My hair is kept up in a perpetual bun.
My shirts are milk stained.
My mind is scattered.
Pump parts, sippy cups and pacifiers are strewn out all over my kitchen counters.
I pick up one mess while my daughter makes another.
This IS what I signed up for.
I wouldn't be anywhere else.
(Well, if we're keepin' it real here, I wouldn't complain if you put me on a secluded tropical island with my husband for about a week.:)
God has so graciously entrusted me with these two precious creations, and I don't want to miss ANYthing.
This domestic lifestyle... I certainly don't have it down to a science, and I won't pretend to love housework.
But these days at home with my children filled with book reading and breast feeding, laundry and dishes, cooking and cleaning...
This is my calling.
It's what I asked for...
... and I thank God everyday for answering my prayers.