sometimes I play hopscotch with the littles on the living room rug. well, mainly with Phoebe, because Rowan just jumps around without any rhyme or reason. cracks me up. nonetheless, he loves it.
I realize that my posts can come across as a little (a lot?) crazy sounding at times, especially when it comes to the naughty things Rowan has done, or if I've had a particularly challenging week with the kids. BUT. in writing this blog, I feel I want to be honest, not only with you, but more importantly with myself. if I were to blog day after day about how wonderful life is, and that raising children is nothing but rainbows, unicorn burps and stars colliding in the heavens, I'd be lying and only fooling myself. not to mention that you'd probably be all, "gag me with a spoon, this is so sugar-coated. next blog, please."
truth is, as parents we're faced with many challenges, difficulties, and frustrations on a daily basis. relentless whining, babies who won't sleep, busy toddlers, never-ending laundry and housework, among other things, all serve to make us weary and sometimes agitated. personally, I think it's important to vent about these things, hard as it may be-- like who wants to admit they're going nuts? ME! (okay, you already knew that.) anyway, I'm pretty sure we'd all agree that after blowing off some steam, it feels good, especially knowing that we're not alone in our struggles.
on the other hand, there have been countless good days, where I want to shout from the rooftops and spin cartwheels because I couldn't be more happy just "being a mom." becoming a mother was hands-down the most joyous moment I've ever experienced, one I wouldn't trade for anything, except maybe a solid eight hours of shut-eye. kids are funny, precious, sweet, adorable, loving, quick to forgive. they are truly gifts from God. we have been blessed with nine beautiful, healthy children, whom I love more than anything in the world.
anyway, the whole goal here is to find a healthy balance between the good and the bad. as much as I want to share the good days-- the joys, the celebrations, the happy moments, I also want to relate the not so good days-- like the kind where Advil replaces your hubby as your best friend-- because it helps me get through them. life is full of joys, sorrows, laughter, tears and I want to cover it all. but in doing so, I would hope that you wouldn't pass me off as a raving lunatic, or even worse, offensive or negative sounding. humor aside, I want to keep it as real and down-to-earth as possible. because that's how I roll.
did any of this make sense? in case it didn't, can you believe I actually ate a PB & J sandwich yesterday? on WHITE bread nonetheless, how dare I be so unhealthy? oh well, every now and then, it tastes kinda good, especially with a tall glass of milk.
mmm. sorta reminds me of being a kid again. you know, back when the livin' was easy.
too bad we didn't know to appreciate it, eh?