They don’t say how hard it will be.

The days are long, but the years are short.

How often do new moms, or mom of young kids hear that?

What you don’t hear is sometimes just how hard it is.

Today was a hard day. And the mom guilt is real. Today is a day I wished away. I counted down the minutes until bedtime because today was just too much. Too hard.

My oldest, just over 3.5 is in that questions about everything phase. The why phase. And each question is asked about 10 times. I love that he learns through repetition and examples but I can only answer the same thing so many times.

My 2 year old is sweet, and into everything. Mischievous. And in that stage where a simple no, you may not have 17 snacks you need to eat dinner, equals a meltdown.

Then my sweet little newborn. He needs me for everything. And he has two older brothers who need me too. I can’t spend an hour to get him settled down for each nap, or let him nap in my arms all day everyday. They need me too. He’s constantly needing something. He needs to eat. He needs to sleep. He didn’t get enough sleep so he’s overtired and screaming. He seems to have a dairy intolerance. He is just hard right now. This stage is hard.

It seems like each one, in their own way, needs me, and all of me. And yet I’m only to give just under 1/3 of myself to them.

I spend most of my day saying, wait, I can’t hold you now, I’m holding your brother.

Your brother is crying now, you’ll have to wait.

I’m sorry, I can’t do that while I do this.

All day. Everyday.

I know today was just one day and tomorrow is a new day. A new chance for me to be more for them. The confusion and guilt between wishing time would freeze, and fast-forward a few years is immense.

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Conversations with my mini-me Pt 1

(After almost no sleep….up playing for about 30 minutes and roughly around 5am this morning)

Me: Go to sleep!

L: *giggles*

Me: Did you just laugh? Go to sleep!

L: *giggles*

Me: No…sleep!

L: *giggles*

Me: Wha…? Why are you laughing at me?!

L: *small giggle*

Me: Go to sleep!

L: *big giggle*

Me: Whimper….go. to. sleep.

L: *huge belly laugh*

Me: Are you kidding me right now?

L: *giant smile with huge laugh*

Me: Whimper

This went on for another three minutes until I decided I could no longer handle being mocked by 5.5 month old.

Wish me luck today – and cross your fingers we both nap!

Happy Friday loves.

Siggyforblog