Boy, this seems familiar

A quick synopsis of the past 3 weeks of my life:

Arrived in Georgia - hooray.
Saw more of Tbilisi while showing my parents around in the first two weeks than I had the previous 8 months I had lived here.
Blaine started school, Monday thru Friday from 10-4. He loves it. I love it. We all love it.
Re-upped my prescription for Diflucan for another 2 weeks (I didn't mention this previously, but, as is my luck, Blaine got a double ear infection the week we were leaving and the baby girl and I got thrush! Blaine is better. The baby and I? Not so great, but slowly getting better.)
Said goodbye to my mom and dad who headed to London for a quick sightseeing visit and then home.
And I also said goodbye to my husband, who is off on a business trip for two weeks.

So now it's just back to me and the kiddos. It's amazing how quickly we just fell back into our solo routine this past week (with the addition of Blaine going to school during the day and Ella here to help out with Kyra).

It's nice to have a good routine with the kids. But I would much prefer David to be here and be part of that routine as well. Alas, with the job he has and the responsibilities of his work, he often has to travel. We knew that going in to this and just because we have a new child it doesn't change his job description. Dammit. LOL

I'm surprising myself with how well I'm handling the two kids solo. I guess you have to do what you have to do. It's interesting to me how much calmer I am this time around with Kyra, how I'm not nearly as stressed out. I've learned to handle (mostly) Blaine and his quirks and stubbornness (where he got the stubbornness from, I'll never know*) and Kyra has just eased right into our lives like she's always been there. Now, I'm not saying it's always easy. There are times when I'm trying to get Blaine dressed for school, or cook his breakfast etc and Kyra NEEEEEEEDS to nurse. Oh, she NEEEEEEEDS it. And she will WAIL until she gets it. But it doesn't fray my nerves like when Blaine used to cry. I just talk to her and tell her that I'm doing the best I can and she's next on my list of kids to care for. Usually just talking to her as I'm buttoning Blaine's jacket or flipping the pancakes calms her down. Sometimes it doesn't. But my blood pressure doesn't rocket out of control because I know, eventually, her needs will be met. And she will smile at me and coo and all will be well.

And that's my life. Eventually, all will be well.

*that's sarcasm, for those of you who can't tell.