I was warned about this. That “two under two” would be difficult and exhausting. That I’d essentially be taking care of two babies except one now has opinions and is also prone to spend half the day tripping over his own toys..
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“Just rely on family for help,” they say. “Or friends.” “Call the babysitter once in awhile so you can get a break.” “If all else fails, once they go to bed, at least you can crack open a bottle of wine and relax.”
Except expatriate-life + COVID-life has literally rendered all those things impossible.
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We were supposed to have family visit this spring and we were supposed to travel this summer. But I don’t want to whine because I know everyone is coming to terms with their “supposed to’s”.
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I am thankful that quarantining overlapped with the fourth trimester so my FOMO didn’t get the best of me. At least I don’t have to resent sitting on the couch nursing my baby late into the evening while everyone else is out whooping it up (although I do feel bad you don’t get to whoop 🙁).
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Doubling up on posts today because, well, “two under two.” 😆
