Some of you with small ones are laughing at the title of this post I’m fairly certain. It’s true, I survived the two under two madness and I lived to tell about it. Honestly, sometimes I think I can take anything on now that I have gone through this chaos…maybe a Wonder Woman mentality.
I’m an open book, a word vomiter of sorts when it comes to telling it like it is (most of the time) and I try to be honest and upfront about my experiences…the good ones, the bad ones, and the ugly ones, too (though the pretty ones are the most fun to share).
I have been thinking of writing this post for a few months now and I finally just bit the bullet and said who cares what people say…this is my experience, my life, and I feel like I owe it to you to tell the truth.
This past year has been the hardest of my life. Not just because of babies, and moving, and starting a business, but because it’s been rough on my emotions, my happiness, my marriage, and my spirituality, among other things.
Having two under two has been difficult…with a husband that travels, a business that I was building 100% on my own, as well as life’s other intricacies to balance and juggle, it’s been a year I will never forget.
One. People Look at You Like You’re Crazy
This is when it’s really funny and you can see the fear on people’s faces when they tell you how cute your kids are, but then ask how old they are…when I say they are 15 months apart, it’s like a deer in headlights and people look at us like we are aliens. I know, yes they are VERY close in age, and then they ask “was that planned?” Let’s face it, I’ve learned you can’t really plan for these things, but God had it in His plan. Is this how I saw it happening? Hell to the no. Would I have it any other way? Hell to the no.
Two. Playmates for Life
I have a stepbrother, but he lived with his mother growing up, so for the most part I have lived as an only child the majority of my life. Last week, I saw all these people on social media bragging about their siblings on Sibling Day (I swear there is a holiday for everything these days) and thought to myself, I may not have a true sibling, but my babies do, and neither of them will ever remember their life without the other. That might bring me more joy than anything else. They have a built-in playmate/best friend/partner-in-crime for life and you know how I feel about family…there is simply nothing more important.
Three. Constant Chaos…AKA The Circus
It’s chaotic in our world, there is no doubt about it. Whenever we go somewhere, we invade the premises and the calmness goes out the door. Just the other day we went to our friends’ house for their annual Masters Party and it looked like we were travelling overnight for how much stuff we had to bring over…diapers, toys, treats, and all the other “necessities” we needed for 4+ hours outside the home. Someone commented on how many bags I had (3 to be exact) and I jokingly said “we travelled light today”, which is true…that was a good day. It’s not quiet at our house and I have a feeling it won’t be for a very long time, but the sweet sounds of tiny feet running and little giggles and laughs give me more joy than one could fathom.
Four…I Did It, and You Can Too
I want this to serve as a PSA to those of you out there who are currently pregnant with #2 with another toddler to run after, and to those naysayers who think we’re nuts for having two under two. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it and we came out of it alive. It was really hard on Jeff and I and our marriage had a hard year, I will say that, but now we are SO in the fun stage, because our girls are starting to play together more often, Carson follows Caroline everywhere so that helps keep her occupied, and in general, life is pretty great.