Day 2
My room has become the storage closet of my house. I should just be pleased that I am allowed to sleep in my room once again, but now everything from the guest room and computer room has been thrown into my bedroom for storage to make room for the babies.
Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely crazy about these kids. I could not be more in love with my niece and nephew - even though I am never home to be with them. I spent about 6 hours today baby-sitting them with my brother and then my mother. If I ever needed any more of a reason to not have kids, today gave me that insight. I don't know how mothers do it. I am absolutely appreciative, impressed, and amazed by how much work everyday mothers put into raising these babies, and then continue to work and keep up with life. I can see why this put my sister-in-law in the hospital.
For those of you who do not know the back story, if anyone actually reads these besides myself, my sister-in-law was hospitalized for depression and alcoholism about two weeks ago now. She admitting to having an affair with a coworker more than once as well and broke my brother's heart 4 times over. Now the doctors are saying she might have schizophrenia or multiple personality disorder, but I think they are just excuses that she is using to explain why she had the affair. My brother moved in with my parents last week with the two babies, since he would have full custody if they ever officially got a divorce, but everyday he makes time to go visit my sister-in-law in the hospital and see how she is doing. He is still completely in love with her, even after she left him and the babies more than once. We are making changes especially for him at my house, which is why everything is chaos and nobody is getting much sleep.
Normally coming home is a great feeling, and I get pampered by my parents, laundry service, and great full meals cooked especially for me. It's a strange feeling coming home to a completely different household. I have not had a full conversation with my mother since I've been home since our hands are always full of babies. My father and I bonded by sharing a couch downstairs tonight to sleep because we were so wiped out. I am slowly taking down posters in my room, and cleaning out all of my belongings that I have lived in Chicago without for the past 2 years. I figure I can donate most of the spare shit, and throw away all my band posters that date back to middle school. I found a Vendetta Red poster if that tells you anything.
Well I should go prepare for the middle of the night nephew feeding... until tomorrow
Happy Holidays
Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely crazy about these kids. I could not be more in love with my niece and nephew - even though I am never home to be with them. I spent about 6 hours today baby-sitting them with my brother and then my mother. If I ever needed any more of a reason to not have kids, today gave me that insight. I don't know how mothers do it. I am absolutely appreciative, impressed, and amazed by how much work everyday mothers put into raising these babies, and then continue to work and keep up with life. I can see why this put my sister-in-law in the hospital.
For those of you who do not know the back story, if anyone actually reads these besides myself, my sister-in-law was hospitalized for depression and alcoholism about two weeks ago now. She admitting to having an affair with a coworker more than once as well and broke my brother's heart 4 times over. Now the doctors are saying she might have schizophrenia or multiple personality disorder, but I think they are just excuses that she is using to explain why she had the affair. My brother moved in with my parents last week with the two babies, since he would have full custody if they ever officially got a divorce, but everyday he makes time to go visit my sister-in-law in the hospital and see how she is doing. He is still completely in love with her, even after she left him and the babies more than once. We are making changes especially for him at my house, which is why everything is chaos and nobody is getting much sleep.
Normally coming home is a great feeling, and I get pampered by my parents, laundry service, and great full meals cooked especially for me. It's a strange feeling coming home to a completely different household. I have not had a full conversation with my mother since I've been home since our hands are always full of babies. My father and I bonded by sharing a couch downstairs tonight to sleep because we were so wiped out. I am slowly taking down posters in my room, and cleaning out all of my belongings that I have lived in Chicago without for the past 2 years. I figure I can donate most of the spare shit, and throw away all my band posters that date back to middle school. I found a Vendetta Red poster if that tells you anything.
Well I should go prepare for the middle of the night nephew feeding... until tomorrow
Happy Holidays