There will come a day

It was one of those days.

Two little girls who woke up on the wrong side of the crib.
A mommy who woke up exhausted after being up in the night with one little girl.
Two little girls who then decided to boycott their naps, giving Mommy zero time to even make breakfast for herself.
One little girl who screamed at the top of her lungs in Mommy's face.
Two little girls who only wanted to be held, annoyed that there are two of them and only one Mommy.
Two little girls who would scream if Mommy tried to put them down.

It was one of those days.

Yes, I know. It was probably teething!

When it was clear that naps were being boycotted and they came back downstairs, they both melted down. Quinn screamed her head off and Teagan lay on the floor crying and kicking. Mommy rested her head on the counter and took a few deep breaths.

Mommy then sat on the floor with a boppy and brought out the big guns, silencing two overtired and cranky 13-month olds in an instant. After their milk fix, they calmed down, but continued to be extremely clingy. They didn't want to be near Mommy, they wanted to be on Mommy. Neither little girl wanted to share Mommy with the other. They held Mommy tight, giving big hugs and kisses.

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My day was completely draining. Those two little girls exhausted me. In my very brief moments of silence today, I actually realized a few things.

There will come a day when breastfeeding won't be their soothing method of choice.
There will come a day when they won't fight over who gets to sit on my lap.
There will come a day when they won't want to grab my neck and hold on tight.
There will come a day when they won't want to willingly plant a kiss on my cheek.

And even though my day was exhausting, I'm happy that it isn't 'that day...'