Well, it’s my first day at home alone with two kids. Given that I’m writing a blog post in the middle of the day, it’s obviously going well. A lot of that is due to the fact that our day started late (husband doesn’t need to be at work till 9 for the next two weeks) and that everybody has been cheerful and napping well. But hey, I’m just plain grateful. I have looked forward to this day for a while with mixed apprehension and anticipation and, well, it’s finally here. I am still slightly terrified of the fact that I am outnumbered and everyone could start crying at once (or that a certain someone could decide to be very naughty when I am nursing the baby and can’t do anything about it right away). But I have also been really been wanting to know that I can do this. With a lot of prayer and encouragement and occasional help from my friends, I can mother these two girls. At the same time. By myself. And put some food on the table, and keep the house in a relative state of cleanliness.
I think I’m going to be tired tonight.