In a perfect world I would be able to do it all. I would be skinny in the right places and have curves in the right places. I would be able to function on little to no sleep and not be cranky about it. I would not only have dinner on the table waiting when my husband wants it, but also breakfast and lunch. I would have an abundant amount of energy to play with my kids at any moment during the day. I would never get frustrated, angry, or emotional. The house would, of course, be spotless. My hair would always be fixed, with not a strand out of place. My makeup would always >look flawless. I would be able to be in multiple places at the same time (playing at the park with Tanner while at home so Brennan can nap). I would be able to hang out with my friends, staying up all night and not "feel" it the next day.
But we do not live in a perfect world. Here I sit with my postpartum body, tired, as always, even though I got a good amount last night. Here I am surrounded by toys that should have been picked up, dinner not even close to ready, the rugs need vacuuming, and the floor seems to regenerate crumbs the moment I stop sweeping. And yet again, I had to make the choice of who to leave crying because I can only comfort one of the boys at a time. I miss hanging out with my friends but when I do, I feel guilty for not being with my family.
Now, on to the thankful part. I am so grateful for my husband. He is my support system and I could not live without him. I am so blessed to have my sweet boys. They are both just so precious. They bring joy to me everyday. I have an awesome extended family, who are always there to help and my close friends have moved from being friends to being family. With this post, I just needed to get some things off my chest. Thanks for letting me vent!!!
