Having two kids is fun?

You know there was a day last week, I think it was a Wednesday (Wednesdays are hard for some reason) where I was sitting on the couch holding both of my children and just thought, "Wow. Here I am with two kids. We're all just sitting here being." I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm still adjusting. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mother. As far as I'm concerned I will never achieve anything greater in life. But these first few months are rough. Ezra has been a fairly easy baby with the exception of the last few evenings. He's just been a little more high maintenance, I'm hoping he's just having a growth spurt. The sad thing is as hard as it's felt for me I know I have it pretty easy compared to others. High maintenance to me is a baby that instead of sitting quietly in his bouncer or swing, would like to be held. And wants to eat every hour. And through it all it's so hard not to question, "What kind of mother am I anyway? I'm not giving either one of my kids what they need." I'm sure it will get easier. It has too. Or we'd all be dead because of mother's gone a rampaging. Now I know why my mother seemed so angry all the time. There were 6 of us, all 18 months apart. Seriously. I mean seriously. I'm whining about 2. I hope someday I can properly thank my mother, perhaps host an awards show in her honor. Anyway, having two kids is fun.....will be....I know it.