SMC x 2

With LG on winter break, Tiny Boy and I have gotten out of the house more than we had previously (also helps that the boy has hit 6 weeks, which is the minimum length the doctor wanted him sequestered).  Many people (my sister, random folks at the library, etc) have said either a) I'm surprised you're out of the house at six weeks or b) I don't know how you do it [the mom of 2 thing] or some variation on the above.

But what I'm doing hardly feels worth commenting on, much less extraordinary.  Plenty of women are single parents to multiples, by chance or by choice.  And what's a trip to the public library or the grocery store with kids in tow?  Granted, the whole schlepping Tiny Boy in a carseat thing is a royal pain, and if I've got both kids, everything takes at least 15 minutes longer than it used to (although, frankly, some of that is LG), but generally it (life, that is) seems manageable.  Things will get much more challenging when I'm back to work full time, but even that is eons from now (assuming my sabbatical is approved).  I'm just about halfway done with my (technical) maternity leave.  The first half really was about recovering from major surgery and getting acquainted with a newborn.  The second half?  Well, I'd like to get us on something resembling a routine.  I'd like to reorganize some of the chaos from the last six weeks of pregnancy and the first six weeks of Tiny Boy's life.  I'd like to read something more challenging than random nonfiction from the new book shelves at the library, or Goodnight Moon.


Part of me wonders if I'd find my situation more challenging if I hadn't gone through the hell of the past three years, and, of course, there's no way to know.  But I have to say, people, for all the physical toll that new mothering takes, I am really not feeling out of balance or overwhelmed.  And 2012 just might be The Year of Peace.

(p.s. apparently what I needed was a moby-wrap-type-thing that's a good third shorter than the real deal, courtesy of A and some black lycra)