Life is crazy. I haven't had time to record anything here. I haven't taken their pictures in forever. Drew and Ryan are at crazy ages. They love to wrestle and get into mischief. It has gotten to the point I have to be in the room with them every second to watch their every move. Or discipline one or both of them. Or enjoy the 5 minutes of nice play before it takes a turn for the worse.
I can't get anything done, I need to watch them so carefully. Dinner is the simplest thing I can think of that cooks itself. Bills, emails--all the little things I used to be able to sneak into my day never gets done. Even running to the basement to deal with a load of laundry is hard. I swear every time I sneak down there I hear some huge thud or crash and wonder if it's furniture they jumped off or a head hitting the ground or a toy being thrown.
And at night once they are asleep I crash. I don't want to do dishes, don't want to clean, don't want to workout. I don't even want to email my friends. I want to --and do--sit on the couch and watch mindless TV.
Motherhood has taught me that all is temporary. This stage or that, it comes and goes. The cute stages, the hard stages--it is all temporary. So I remind myself this is a hard time to be on top of it all. But I worry: with two boys will this stage ever end or will it just evolve into more wrestling, actual fighting etc. I hope not but I think I am doomed??
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