After a 4 year hiatus, I’ve decided to start blogging again. The pause was largely caused by my first child – Christopher. I had high hopes of returning to the blogging world after he was born but then I got pregnant with Waverley and well, here we are 4 years later with two children and saggy belly skin in tow.
I have a 4 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. They are 22 months apart. That means I was pregnant with Waverley when Christopher was barely 1. At the time we thought having them close in age would be a good idea but we obviously didn’t think through that one.
There are times I think my children are trying to kill me. Literally, emotionally, physically, psychologically — little by little, trying to kill me.
Don’t get me wrong, having them in our lives is wonderful in every single way, but it’s also horrible in every other single way? They take everything from me and leave me with this urge to run far far away at the end of the day. But then I wake up and after a night’s rest I’m ready to begin again … chaos and all.
I tell myself every day that having children is making me a better person — it’s making me more understanding and more patient and more sympathetic, even if it’s chipping away at my mental state. I tell myself to take it one day at a time – to focus on getting through that specific day without yelling and without losing my temper. If I can do that, it’s a good day.
Selfishly this blog is to help me keep my sanity but I hope to find other parents out there, like me, hanging by a thread.
Here’s to Mommyhood — to all of the wonderful things and to all of the things they left out.