Doing simple tasks, such as buying diapers became an ordeal: Catherine was cranky, Christina was fussy, I was flat-out deranged. Why can't a 2 month old and a 2 year old just understand that I am trying to eat and have a few seconds to myself...Geez, it felt like they were born yesterday...wait a minute, they were! Even though I have that knowledge, it was still befuddling me.
We trek through shopping and changes of poopy diapers in a men's bathroom without that little table to change kids (that was fun). The people who worked there followed me in at one point to make sure I was not doing anything...well I don't know and I don't care...We were finally able to get Catherine and Christina to sleep in the car!!! Those minutes of bliss were exquisite...but the "Wrath of the Bisson Sisters" was going to happen during supper.
Catherine would not eat but considered apple juice a full meal. Christina devoured her supper, which would come back to haunt us. While we were Skyping with my parents, Christina spat up on me (number 2 (no not that number 2) for those keeping track) and Catherine was falling apart. While we got Catherine ready for her bath (which was an epic battle), Christina spat up for a third time, this time with great precision: right in my ear. After changing in shirt number three, I was hearing the exchanges between Catherine and Cindy...let's just say someone was tired.
I brought Christina down to slow down. She fell asleep in her little swing. Now for the bad part: the Montreal Canadiens lost their opener to...Toronto...now if this is not an initiation on patience, I don't know what is. So while I am writing this, I cannot tell you how happy I was to have a supportive partner around...can't wait to be all alone with her!
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