Stick a Fork In Me, I’m Done

AKA, The Week That Kicked My Ass

AAKA, How You Can Do Everything Right and Still Be Very Wrong

On the good news side, I am now gainfully employed, pending the results of a drug test and criminal background check. As there is nothing to find in either category, I’m feeling pretty good about that.

Also, my friend is legally married and happy. The last time I was in a wedding (my brother’s), Raisin was 4 months old, and I spent the whole day worrying about her, and then fainted during the ceremony. This time I was actually helpful to the bride, and I remembered to eat and drink. Probably also helps that I’m no longer lactating.

Not-so-good-news: This one nap/two nap thing sucks with twins. I mean, it just sucks in general, but evidently it sucks more with twins. On Wednesday, I tried leaving out the morning nap for both Apple and Orange, and it was an unmitigated disaster. By lunch, they were too tired to eat, and both slept fitfully in the afternoon and the next night. Orange MIGHT have been OK if Apple hadn’t woken her up so many times.

Since then, they are both back to two naps, and that’s working for now, but I realize that I’m going to have to deal with the reality that Orange may be ready before Apple, and I won’t have the nice neat option of having them sleep at the same time anymore.

And, finally, Raisin got hurt goofing around with the Jellyman at the wedding reception, so we are now the family with the screaming, bleeding kid. Everyone was very nice about it, and she’s going to be fine. Still, not exactly the way the evening was meant to end.

I should be proud of us for making it through this week, for everything we managed to do. Instead, all I am is tired. Too tired to deal yet with the next big problem, which is this blog and whether I made a big mistake by moving back here and putting up the ads.

Stay tuned, I guess.


About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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5 Responses to Stick a Fork In Me, I’m Done

  1. Jody says:

    Oof, that does sound like a tough week.

    When we made the naps transition, the one nap was starting at 11am for a while there. And you’re 100% right, not being able to count on all babies to sleep together is a KILLER, especially when you add an older child into the mix (not that I know about that part first-hand, but I infer it from how tough it was without an older child). Good luck, hopefully the transition will go FAST.

  2. Julie says:

    I end up forcing the twins’ schedules much more than I would like — they sleep when it’s convenient for me, eat when Raisin is hungry, etc.

    I hate that, but I can’t figure out how to avoid it.

  3. Jess says:

    Being part of a wedding once you have kids kinda sucks!
    I came home to MN last month for my sister’s wedding in Roseville. What with having to sleep in different beds, drive around unfamiliar routes, follow locals through heavy traffic, yada yada yada, my husband decided to act more like a three-year-old than my actual three-year-old did. I woke up at 5 am on the wedding with my period starting TEN DAYS EARLY just from all the stress!

    I blame my husband, of course.

  4. Julie says:

    At least I didn’t have to leave home for this wedding.

    Jess, Roseville is the same part of the cities we live in. The internet is a small world, no?

  5. Jane says:

    Congratulations on the job! I love getting dressed and getting out of the house in the mornings.

    I still force the girls’ schedule sometimes, when I really need them both to go down at the same time, i.e. when mommy really needs a nap, too. Don’t feel bad about that at all!

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