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Here we are, doing the things, all at once . . . again.

We don’t seem to do things by halves here, even though both my husband and I agree that sometimes, we really just should. Even just 4/5ths would be a nice change. 

Ever since we got together, we seem to do everything at once. It’s annoying and stressful and sometimes a bit exciting, and did I mention stressful? We always have multiple things on the go and it can be a lot to handle. Our current “let’s do everything all at once” saga involves renovating two houses and having two babies, in under two years. It’s a bit much, really, and we both agree that we’re done with renovations and having babies.

The idea of just being is so very appealing, yet the ironic thing is - we just have to do everything all at once for this one last time - and then we can just be. Well, we don’t actually have to per say, because we’re choosing to, but we’re choosing to because we have stupid expectations. We must always remember that these are our choices and to own them. 

Anyway, it’s currently 9:07pm and my husband is plumbing a vanity and I’m feeding the baby for what feels like the 154th time today. We’re both just doing the things we need to do to make it through the next few days. In the coming week, we’re hopefully getting a development in our next house situation, which is why my husband is in a big rush to get as much done as quickly as possible.

I don’t really know the point of all this other than to remind our future selves: don’t be stupid and try do all the things at once, again! Try to just enjoy the next stage and know that bigger and better isn’t always better (sometimes it’s just more). Okay, this isn’t making much sense now and my brain is all gobbledygook (what a fun word that is) from basically spending the past few weeks as a sleepless human cow, so I’m just going to end on a few, random notes:

- Babies like white noise so loud that it sounds like you’re standing under a waterfall, but instead of feeling alive and refreshed, you just feel spluttery and exhausted and wishing you were somewhere tropical instead of in your house, covered in spew.

- We made our toddler a mud kitchen for Christmas and it’s a hit and a half. She’s been making potions lately with pine needles, cornflour, and murky water. Good times.

- I forgot how . . . sticky (gross, but I can’t think of a better word), you feel after having a baby for the first month or so, because you’re constantly coated in various bodily fluids (only half of them yours) and the moment you try and shower your baby will wake up, loudly proclaiming that you have starved them. 

- I made our toddler a special basket full of fun things that she can use when I’m busy feeding the baby and her absolute favourite items are the stamps. It has gotten to a point though where she will chase you around the house trying to stamp your feet, so we’ve been trying to teach her about Stamp Consent. It’s not really sinking in yet; she just wants to love you by stamping you furiously with a blue lighthouse. 

That is all. Waving at you from the depths of chaos.

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