Let me set the scene…
Colicky baby is screaming at the top of her lungs in the stroller, despite all attempts to appease her. Toddler is sitting in the middle of a cold, campground road, yelling that he’s mad and that he won’t take another step until mommy and daddy let him go swimming in the lake. (We’re mean like that and wouldn’t let Brady swim due to the “High bacteria count, please do not swim,” signs. Apparently, he doesn’t care if he might grow a third arm due to splashing in contaminated waters…).
And mommy and daddy are just standing there, taking in the chaos in front of them and wondering how it all came to this.
Nate says: “Where would we be right now if we didn’t have kids?”
I reply, after sighing: “Probably sitting on a beach in Hawaii. I’d be SO sunburnt right now from laying out in the sun too long.”
Nate nods in agreement and says: “I’d have eaten too much of my delicious, southwestern omelet and homefries for breakfast, so I’d be feeling sick.”
Me: “That time-change on the flight over to the islands is really exhausting.”
Nate: “Palm trees are so overrated.”
I say: “Yeah, we’d be really miserable sitting over there in Hawaii if we didn’t have kids!”
We were being tongue-in-cheek, of course, and had our laugh before collecting our children and trying to bring order back to the moment. (Then again, as you already know if you’re a parent, getting everything and everyone in order is basically impossible. Still, you can’t fault us for trying).
As parents, we all have those days. Sure, Nate and I love our kids with every single ounce of our being. We live for them and – quite honestly – we’d die for them. And although we’re one step away from the brink of insanity, we really wouldn’t change a thing. Because now that we’ve met them, we need them! The love we feel for these two precious children is never-ending and too big to put into words. And we realize that they are worth every single moment of pull-your-hair out frustration.
But even though there are those days, there are obviously better days too. Fun days. Days filled with giggles, and snuggles, and memorable adventures.
If I’m going to be completely honest though, as I always am here on my blog, it’s been tough these past couple of weeks (hence my inability to blog much these days. In my defense, I also haven’t been showering much either. So I promise that this little corner of the internet hasn’t been the only thing neglected recently. If I can blog once a week, and shower most days, then I’m doing pretty good)!
My little dude has – as of late – decided that he is allergic to sleep. And he hates it with every fiber of his being. This is after MONTHS of him happily falling asleep the minute we’d put him to bed (which was, as I’m sure you can guess, quite amazing). Before now, we’d just put him to bed, and he’d sleep all night long (with the occasional sleep regression that messed things up, of course). Never once did I have to follow a specific bedtime routine.
But yet here I am, now Googling how to help your toddler fall alseep in ten easy steps.
These days, we put him into his bed, and he’s sliding off of it like a slug before we’ve had the chance to close the door behind us. This goes on for a good hour past his bed time, because apparently sleep is overrated.
I thought that I was a patient person, and then this. I have suddenly lost my one hour of free time during the day (since he also insists on crawling into bed with me and Nate at 5am every morning, just half an hour before we need to get up for the day). I am now Googling how to be a joyful mom amidst great suffering. Guys, I am SO tired it hurts. And I am SO in need of some me-time, but it’s just not happening these days.
Jesus, please take the wheel!
Brady is also suddenly struggling big time with having to share his mommy and daddy now that there’s an infant sister in the house. Tantrums and anger and outbursts have become commonplace, and it’s been a confusing time for all of us to navigate.
Oh thank goodness for the humorous moments! 🙂
(…to be continued)