Plus relocation, job and permit applications.
It is hard to express the exact pressure and stress being under duress by two small tyrants without cease. Unless you, reader, are also a mum. It is different to the extreme anxiety of new motherhood. It is now about wills and self-assertion. And I feel, without a doubt, that this, as well as being very exciting, this is the hardest period yet.
We are constantly fighting something. I mean constantly. One child or the other (or both of them). They don’t sleep together during the day and they don’t want to go to bed at the same time. They don’t want to eat the same things, they hit each other and always want the exact same toy in the whole house. There seems to be an absolutely predictable pattern of, “Oh, hey this morning/ bedtime/ dinner time, my sister is not having a tantrum. Must be my turn! “. They hit us as well. They throw things. If you want to go out they won’t get dressed or put on the shoes; if one of them is perfectly ready to go to the other one does not accept that we are leaving. At home, it never ever ever ever stops. Going out is much better – but the weather has been horrid, so I am still trying to process the awfulness that was yesterday.
This morning has been hard, but we are out now, and that is pretty much instantly better.
This mornign I think we felt at out wits’ ends.
But we are all still alive.