Donovan seems to have forgotten all about how to use the potty as of this whole week.
Quinn's still confused about how to crawl/scoot, and it's still pissing him off.
Zach worked 12+hr days at work this week (thankfully over now, back to normal).
My patience and energy seem to have run away together, leaving me with none.
The good news: our nanny, who was gone for about 2 weeks, is back this week. She was here on Monday, and I managed to escape out for lunch. By myself. I got to sit, eat my meal in peace, and even read a book for a bit. Heaven. And today, she's hanging out with D so I can sit here and write while Q takes one of his micro-naps.
The past few weeks have felt really hard. I can't decide if they really have, for whatever reason, felt as bad as some of the early months right after Q was born, or if I'm already forgetting just how bad that time was. I know it's temporary, a phase that has come on suddenly and will pass again soon (right?). But it's still felt pretty damn crummy.
In about 2 weeks we leave to stay with family for a month. Then a few weeks after that, D starts preschool. It's a full-time program (M-F, from 9am to 3pm, I think). I'll miss him, I know, but it will also be really nice to be down to one child most of the time. I don't know if other parents are a lot better at this than I am, or just better at hiding it, but dealing with two at once has been so very hard.