I just noticed that I haven't been writing anything for 2 weeks. Time is passing by so quickly, one day is kind of flowing into the other - especially if nights are short. My baby boys are doing fine, climbing up the stairs at lightning speed and I after them. (with a little less speed acccording to my advanced age).
I wish I could train the cats to babysit. Maximum I get is the tiger cat sleeping in the babies' cots and my black lady cat mewing to them in answer when she is safely out of reach e.g. sitting on the radiator.
I never thought my life would change so completely and quite frankly, I never thought having babies is so much work. I have big problems keeping appointments. My conversation gets boring except for other moms. My clothes are always dirty (spat on, torn, peed on, sh.. on).
My hairstyle is non-existing. I carefully dyed my hair for 20 years, but stopped when I got pregnant. Even my mother asked me if this was my natural hair colour a few weeks ago. Yes, it is, mouse-brown with an increasing amount of white hair. So what???
The last clothes I bought were maternity gowns. I don't have time and peace for shopping, and the time I do spend shopping is buying nappies, baby food, baby toys, locks for the fridge, safety devices for plugs, doors, stairs ....
This sounds like complaining, but it isn't. Just letting off steam somehow. Grandmothers to help and babysit are not available (my mom is too old and mother in law lives too far away) and 2-3 hours babysitting per week is not enough to relax, but all I get.
My babies are adorable (yes, I am a proud mom) and worth every second of missed sleep and every white hair. Every single day I thank God for them and try hard to be a good mother. Somewhere I read, you don't have to be the perfect mother, you only have to be a good enough mother (or parent) for your children.....