8 Days

Here I am, sitting on my couch.

My first born is watching Mary Poppins (again) as he lines up his trains on his track designs, babbling something about coaches and freight cars.
My second born is sleeping soundly on our bed, covered with several blankets.

I must constantly remind myself to shower, brush my teeth, and eat.

I don't have the energy/time/motivation for such frivolous things, like changing my clothes, brushing my hair, or any type of cleaning.

My body aches like it's mad at me (I will spare the details), but it's feeling better compared to the last few days.

I have been a mother of two for 8 days.