Time flies when you're buried under life's responsibilities. Baby Harry turned six weeks on tuesday. The reality of laundry for four is setting in. 5:30am this morning...Greg is soothing Harry who won't go to sleep after I fed him at 4:30. Jude opens his door to reveal soaked pajamas and a wet bed...pull ups can only handle so much apparently. I head downstairs to get the just washed extra train sheets and blanket. Today I will rewash the ones I washed only two days ago. The ordinary busyness of our new life is still overwhelming.
We decided to have the doctor fix our dog. Surgery to compensate for torn ACL and meniscus. One big bill and two days more before we see him.
Lots of outings while Harry sleeps. Splash parks, the zoo, and even a trip to meet Thomas the tank engine, are helping mommy survive with two little ones. Two day a week preschool starts next week
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment