A week after the confinement lady left, I am seriously lack of sleep and I just realised I don't really like kids. 

 

I now need to put two boys to sleep before I can catch a nap.  When they finally decide to sleep at the same time, why do I find myself blogging instead of hitting the bed?

 

Now raising Ryan alone seemed like a breeze (something I wouldn't have imagined saying before the second one poped out).... what was I complaining about? You don't know how much freedom (and sleep) you had until you have a baby.... then you have your second kid... you realised everything is always in relative terms.  I will stop complaining cos compared to having three kids, I must be in a much better place.