My mom left today after being here for 17 days & I have such mixed emotions. First I am sad to see her go! I hate being so far from family, knowing how much they miss out on with my kids. I am feeling anxious & ready to attempt life with 2 kids, but that's only because I know I am going to have to do it at some point. I am feeling sad, because I will miss having her here. In my next life I want a wife of my own... I used to think I wanted to be the husband, but no, having my own wife will do. It has been so nice having someone else do the cooking & cleaning, & having someone to have adult conversation with at any time (that will be one of the things I miss most!) Then of course there is the feeling of fear, fear of running errands with 2 kids, trying to tend to ones needs while the other needs me at the same time. The fear of how Hannah will handle the transition, so far she has been great with Milo, but she has also had someone giving her lots of time & attention. So it begins & only time will tell...
My mom's flight was scheduled to leave at 11:55, so we dropped her off around 10:45 this morning. As we pulled away from the curb I was surprised that I was able to gain my composure rather quickly, it helped that Hannah told me not to cry & to be happy. Within 30 seconds she was asking for a snack, but my bag wasn't up front so I wasn't able to help her at the moment. I knew it would be a long drive home if I didn't get her a snack soon (and we don't live that far from the airport). So I pulled off at the hotel there at the airport, by this time Milo was fussing, & by the time I got out & got Hannah's snack he was getting really worked up. I decided since we were already pulled over I would just feed him now to make the drive home more pleasant. By the time both kids were satisfied & we were back on the road, my cell phone rang. It was my mom, she said that they just announced that her flight will be delayed over an hour. This was a bummer, because her layover is only an hour so she may miss her connecting flight. The flight ended up not leaving until almost 3:00!! I could have used her around here all day & instead she was stuck sitting at the airport!!
On the way home I decided it was too late in the morning to go to a friend's house, but I didn't want to go home just yet. So we stopped at the store & pick up a few things & to get some stuff we stuff for Jeff to keep at work for his lunches. We then went to grab some lunch & took it & the groceries to Jeff's work to surprise him. After lunch we headed home for nap time. The rest of the afternoon was spent fixing some chicken noodle soup for dinner & just playing at the house.
The end of the day came & we survived! I am glad that I am 2 weeks into my new life before I have had to face it alone. I am so glad my mom could come & help for as long as she did. I really didn't cry as much as I thought I would have, perhaps that will drag out into the week? Or perhaps my body doesn't have the energy to waste... either way, one day down!!
THANK YOU MOM!!!!
My mom's flight was scheduled to leave at 11:55, so we dropped her off around 10:45 this morning. As we pulled away from the curb I was surprised that I was able to gain my composure rather quickly, it helped that Hannah told me not to cry & to be happy. Within 30 seconds she was asking for a snack, but my bag wasn't up front so I wasn't able to help her at the moment. I knew it would be a long drive home if I didn't get her a snack soon (and we don't live that far from the airport). So I pulled off at the hotel there at the airport, by this time Milo was fussing, & by the time I got out & got Hannah's snack he was getting really worked up. I decided since we were already pulled over I would just feed him now to make the drive home more pleasant. By the time both kids were satisfied & we were back on the road, my cell phone rang. It was my mom, she said that they just announced that her flight will be delayed over an hour. This was a bummer, because her layover is only an hour so she may miss her connecting flight. The flight ended up not leaving until almost 3:00!! I could have used her around here all day & instead she was stuck sitting at the airport!!
On the way home I decided it was too late in the morning to go to a friend's house, but I didn't want to go home just yet. So we stopped at the store & pick up a few things & to get some stuff we stuff for Jeff to keep at work for his lunches. We then went to grab some lunch & took it & the groceries to Jeff's work to surprise him. After lunch we headed home for nap time. The rest of the afternoon was spent fixing some chicken noodle soup for dinner & just playing at the house.
The end of the day came & we survived! I am glad that I am 2 weeks into my new life before I have had to face it alone. I am so glad my mom could come & help for as long as she did. I really didn't cry as much as I thought I would have, perhaps that will drag out into the week? Or perhaps my body doesn't have the energy to waste... either way, one day down!!
THANK YOU MOM!!!!
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Hey Megan!
I didn't have time to read all of your posts tonight, but from what I did read I'll tell you this-- YOU CAN DO IT! (Remember how Tony Little said it?) If I can handle three kids, you can do two!! I think my best advice would be to take it one day at a time, pray any time you need strength, and remember it gets better!!! Transitions just take time, right? By the way, your pictures of your kids are so cute!! Milo is so cute! I wish we lived closer so we could hang out during the day because I've needed the adult conversation too. Take care!
You CAN do it!
Hey! Thanks for the comment, I just now saw it. Yes, baby Glaze came as quite a surprise, but we're happy. We were planning on trying to start a family next year, but baby decided he/she didn't want to wait that long! Congrats on Milo! He and Hannah are such cuties!! Hope you are doing well and adjusting to being a mommy x2!
Being alone with 2 kids at first is overwealming. And honestly, there are days that are pretty freakin' hard. But for the most part, it isn't that bad. Especially as Milo grows. Pretty soon you'll have a routine down and you'll wonder what you were worried about.
I am glad to hear you are surviving! I am always sad to see my mom go. I think there is something magical about the 6 week mark that makes things so much easier. I think by then you establish a routine. But I always focus on getting to that 6 week mark!
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