Atomic Tonic

I seem to remember either week 6 or week 8 being the height of newborn crankiness. I'm certain I could look this up but I'm too lazy and it's not like knowing is really going to be useful. Linnea is 5 weeks old tomorrow and regardless of where her high point is going to fall, she's on her way. She won't let us put her down anymore. She spent the afternoon sleeping on my chest in the pouch. Asleep but periodically screaming anyway. She managed to keep me up last night till nearly 3 with her nursing and grunting and nursing and poke poke poking. She's in cahoots with her sister as they like to start screaming at the same time. All the time. One screaming kid I can nearly handle. Two of them in stereo make me fantasize about $10 cocktails and a tank full of gas.

I joke but I'm glad I'm on the way out of this phase of my life. The early days of parenthood. The saggy stomach and bloated hands. The fear of night and how little sleep it holds. Nursing too often to drink a whole glass of wine. Not having the luxury of having a few glasses of wine and chancing a hangover. Spending over an hour every night putting kids to bed before I can sit on the couch and unwind. If I get lucky and get to unwind. Sitting on the couch nursing one kid who won't let me put her down while the second kid whines and screams and stomps on the floor in the upstairs bathroom that she wants to eeeeeeeeat! No bath! Eeeeeeeat!

She does not want to eat. She just wants to test us. She is currently testing my will to not throw her out the window.