A few days later, I got the opposite experience... my husband needed to be at school for some meetings, so I took the day off to and got to experience life as a stay-at-home-mom. I had so much fun playing with the boys, but wow, was I worn out! And the house was covered in toys by the end of the day! For most of the day, I had only one boy at a time, while the other napped. Those times were awesome! When both were awake, however, it was a quite a challenge! The hardest part was keeping the toddler entertained (and quiet) while I nursed the baby. At some point I realized that we'd all be happier if I pumped and then bottle fed! In the end, I survived.
I'm thankful that it's my husband and not me that is home full time right now. The baby's cries and refusals to nurse definitely bring out my postpartum depression. But I am also thankful that I will be the one home next year. By then the baby will be drinking cow's milk from sippy cups and running around with his big brother. I'll have the time to play with them. I'll have the time to make our new house (or apartment) a home. And maybe I'll even cook more. Because, surprisingly, I enjoy cooking! We even have some homemade chicken noodle soup to prove it =)