So, how'd today go?
Well, despite bursting into tears when Jerry got home, I think it went well.
Tears aside, nothing caught on fire, no one had to be rushed to the emergency room, and we were all clothed and fed. My sanity may have been hanging by a shred at the end of the day (I can't wait until I can return to running -- I'm gonna need it!), but I think things will get easier as we all get used to it.
Caleb by himself would be easy right now. He just eats, sleeps, and poops.
Norah, on the other hand, is a challenge right now, and she'd be work enough by herself. But, throw in the necessary time spent nursing Caleb and changing those poopy diapers, and she gets to be more than a handful -- although, to be literal, today I discovered a wide array of tasks I'm capabale of one-handed. I feel like if someone recorded me today, this would be the transcript:
"I said NO!"
"Did you hear me? I said NO!"
That could have just run on a loop all throughout the day. And that gets wearisome.
I don't necessarily think she's being difficult because of Caleb; I think she's just being a typical near-two-year-old, and it's just her stage in which she has to challenge us on everything. Still, I'm sure having the new baby does play some role in her being a pickle. She'll adjust, and so will I. And in a few weeks, I'll be cleared to run again, and that should help.
In the meantime, I may have to start drinking in the afternoon.