So I just took a look at the last post I made on here and realized it pretty much coincided with when I discovered I was pregnant with my 2nd child and all hell broke loose. So, while it’s been a long hard road (who am I kidding, it IS a long hard road), I am hoping to again make these posts a somewhat regular occurrence. That being said, regular in my world may not mean the same thing as in yours. I’m lucky if I can keep up with any activity at least one time a week – but let’s save that issue for another day.
Today, as a sort of welcome back world, I’m going to rant a bit. Don’t fear, it’s not all doom and gloom, but I just read an article that talked about how we tend to filter out all the not so great parts of our days/weeks/lives on social media sites like FaceBook and that we shouldn’t be afraid to post the not so great aspects as well as the awesome ones. So, I’m running with that sentiment for this post.
My main message here (and all of you with children I’m sure will say a silent Amen! to this) is that parenting is hard. And the hard parts come in all shapes and sizes and at unexpected times so it’s rarely something one can prepare for. For those of you that know me, you know that the not being able to plan part kills me! Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for me – because I’m so type A and love to have a schedule to look at, a list to check off and a plan to refer to – and a lot of raising kids is none of that. It’s kind of trial by fire and what works for one kid may not work for another and we are constantly challenged to “get it right”.
“Overwhelmed” does not even being to describe what I feel on a daily basis. All of the articles telling you to do this and not that, the friends postings about how wonderful their time spent with their children is and how creative they are with them, the family guilt of never seeing one or the other enough, the work/life balance – it’s exhausting. I feel a lot like the Cat in the Hat – holding all of these things while balancing on a ball – I can’t veer too much off course, lest all of these things will fall.
I thought having my first baby was hard. That was nothing compared to having the second. Did anyone else find it so much harder to adjust to having two? There is literally ALWAYS a child with you. And since my youngest is only 7 months old and not able to do ANYTHING on his own, it’s physically exhausting as well. Want to leave the room to go upstairs? Better grab the baby first. And since the baby is going, then of course big brother wants to go too. Want to go to the bathroom? Better leave the door open – oh and as soon as you sit down, one or the other child WILL start crying or need something at that exact moment, or the world will end. AND we have a dog who needs to go out as SOON as the kids and I get home from work/school. And we live in a townhouse with no yard so her going out requires that I (and my entourage) go out as well. And so on and so forth (you get the picture).
But, for all of the weariness, there are kisses and hugs, for all of the shouting, there are I love you’s and please and thank you’s and for the toll that has been taken on me physically by producing these two human beings, I get to wake up to these two faces every morning:
And it makes it all worthwhile. Well, most of it