It has been one of those months.
The kids have barely slept. The most sleep I’ve managed in a row is two hours. In total about five hours of broken sleep a night.
The twins are teething and they’ve developed separation anxiety. J is suddenly scared of the dark. Did I mention that makes three whiny, whingey, crying children waking me up at night? And they’ve been doing a brilliant job of tag-teaming.
No wonder it has taken me almost a month to decide on a fabric colour for the dinette cushions in our Airstream. I can’t make a decision to save myself. I feel so cranky I just want to scream at the world, “why didn’t you warn me children are blood sucking leeches?”
To get through this, I’ve started taking more photos. I barely have time to reach for my camera these days, but I’m making a concerted effort to capture some of the fun moments to remind myself that: a) my kids aren’t always rabid and b) I don’t want to give them away.