I’m so tired my hair hurts. Solo night-shift duty with twins is no joke. Doesn’t help that one is sick and both are teething.
It’s only 8:30 in the morning and I already need a drink.
These are the days when I question my survival. It’s just so much. So much touching and feeding and carrying and changing and washing and loving. Plus the older one with his mama please get me mama carry me mama I want mama I can’t mama no.
People ask how I do it. Honestly, I just do. What choice do I have?