Today we are diving and conquering.
Like we do every day.
Saturdays used to look like this:
- Wake up after 10
- Discuss where to get brunch
- End up at our favorite place nearly every time
- Discuss what adventure to have that day over a second coffee
- Take a nap
- Have cocktail hour
- Have a luxurious dinner
- Go to bed whenever we felt like it
Now, they look like this:
- Groan when we hear the first baby sound (usually between 5 and 6)
- Try to wait each other out and breathe a sigh of relief when the other gets up
- Stumble around for coffee, aim to get everyone fed
- Try to decide if we can muster the strength to do something educational or adventurous before nap time
- Pray for a nap
- Go to the playground
- Squeeze in a quick dinner before elaborate bedtime routine
- Fall in bed, exhausted. Early.
I know our lives look different now. I read a German study about the higher levels of stress and lower levels of happiness that people with children report. Of course, we love our children more than life itself. And we wouldn't look back in a million years. But it's also okay to admit that this is a hard time in our lives. We have a two year old and a baby. Everything is about them now. It's okay to admit that we miss being together, just us. We miss being able to look into each others' eyes and really, really listen to what the other is saying. We miss having no plans, empty days waiting to be filled. You might not feel I give you space to admit our lives are hard right now. But I understand, and I agree.
Currently, you are outside with our eldest so I can rest. Thank you for doing your share. Thank you for your partnership. This is hard, but it is real. It is a gift. It is us. And it is temporary. One day, these boys will be leaving our nest and we'll think how fast it all went.