Crazy Hour

Every day has at least one hour that I will call the "Crazy Hour." It usually happens after Helen wakes up from her nap. Even before I had Patrick, this hour was insane. Helen is grumpy, usually still a little tired, hungry, thirsty, wet, maybe dirty, you name it. And now let's throw Patrick in the mix. He wakes up and is ready to eat. So that makes for two screaming kiddos.

Today was particularly crazy. Two little ones screaming at the top of their lungs, the phone ringing off the hook, people wanting to stop by, people bringing us dinner. Then of course after his feeding, Patrick had a massive spit up. So throw changing clothes (his and mine), cleaning the couch, and not having gotten the chance to pee for an hour into the mix. It made for one crazy hour. Oh and Helen was standing in the dog's water bowl while I was bathing Patrick. I guess she decided she wanted a bath too.

People have been having two kids for, well, eternity. And I suppose before birth control a lot of them came much closer than 19 months apart. Holy expletive!! How did people do it?!?! Especially with no swing and no Backyardigans DVDs?? How did they do it without Coke? Because I am about to go have my third of the day.