God, it has been so hard chasing around a bratty 21 month old while tending to a needy 6 week old. But those few moments in between, when everything is quiet, the big one is playing with her toys and the little one snuggles into my breast, those moments are complete bliss. In those moments I forget the exhaustion, how hungry I am, and everything else that went wrong that day. This is what I’ve always dreamed of, and it’s happening right before my eyes. I only wish time could slow down; I don’t mind being covered in spit up, not able to see straight because I’m so tired just a little while longer if it means I get to have these moments in between.