Still being in your pajamas at noon on a Sunday, pre-children, is a sign that you are having a relaxing weekend. You may have spent the whole morning sleeping, watching random movies on TBS, wasting hours on Facebook or whipping yourself up breakfast that you ate in bed or the couch. All those are the makings of a great Sunday.

Now, with newborns, being in pajamas at noon on Sunday (or any day) means that I’ve been up since dawn, but between feedings, diaper changes, keeping pacifier in babies mouth, etc., I have not had a chance to pay attention to myself. If I ended up with a few minutes, I probably used it to eat a bowl of cereal or whatever quick breakfast I could muster.

This is just one of the many changes with 2 newborns in the house. Right now, I’m sitting right next to my daughter in her Fisher Price thingy, so that I can put the pacifier back in her mouth every time it falls out (every 3 minutes or so). If I don’t she will scream.

Don’t get me wrong. I love these little girls more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. I didn’t think it was, but just putting the reality out there. There’s a monotony at this age that I know changes as they become more interactive. My day may be redundant and exhausting in a way I didn’t know existed, but I would not trade it for anything else.