On the Relentlessness of the Day to Day

The thing is...all of this is hard sometimes.

You aren't supposed to say that when you've struggled to bring your life to exactly where it is. But its the truth. 

I have an amazing life. An amazing wife. Two amazing babies who are smiley and squishy. I love it all.

But...

The nights are short. The time disappears faster than I can count. There is poop and dirty dishes and laundry and 40+ hours of work each week. Weekends are filled with other people's events. And maybe a little bit of meal prep. And laundry.  Never ending laundry.

It's a good kind of tired and a good kind of busy. But I don't think that means I don't get to say every once in a while that it's really really hard. I miss my wife - even though I see her every day. But we are so fully and completely dedicated to the little lives in front of us that we are sometimes ships passing in the night.

It's hard to find the moments to just stop and recognize the joy in all of it. It's hard to function on 5ish hours of sleep every day. It's hard to leave my sweet cheeks with someone else each day and try to care about the other adults in front of me when all I'm thinking about is loving on my little squishy and playing with my big kid. 

And on top of that, every day there is a new horror happening on the world stage. Things that legitimately catch my breath in my chest. Babies being ripped out of their parents arms.  An utter disregard for the lives of people of color.  A turning back of so many moments of progress for women and education and safety and and and...

Today I told my friend that my soul was tired.  And I really feel that way right now.  Drained personally, drained professionally...just drained.  She asked me if I had "resistance fatigue." And yes, I do think that's part of it.  While I am relatively well protected in my personal bubble of education and class and geographic location, I still inhabit a marginalized identity every day.  And while I'm (mostly) happy and settled and proud in that space, I still worry (now more than maybe ever before) what that means for my babies.  Are they safe in this world where gay people are slowly but surely being stripped of their people-ness?  

So yes, that.  And just the relentlessness of the every day.

There is so much guilt surrounding saying out loud that things are hard sometimes. I'm not sure why. Saying things are hard doesn't detract from or negate the good things that we also acknowledge. Saying that things are hard sometimes is simply honoring that everything isn't always unicorns and rainbows and sparkles.

The truth is...it's ok to be not ok.  At least, that's the truth for right now.

I love you my people.  You are the bright spots.  Take care of you!

 

Baby Picklebean emperor of smiles and squishes and cuddles

SP & her mini me!

Uh mom?! What are you doing?!

Can't.Keep.Up.

Life is going a million miles a minute.  I've been super successful with some of my March goals and not so much with others...you know like the whole blogging once a week thing.

But my teeth are getting brushed more often than not.  And I'm reading more often.  And I'm trying to take the breaths when I wake up in the morning (after I hit snooze...for you know...an HOUR!)

The one I'm faithfully doing is my line a day journal.  I really love it.  If nothing else I spend 2 mins each day reflecting on how things went.  For the most part the memories that come up quickly, the words I want to put in that tiny space, are good.  Which I think really says something about my life and how much I need to CHILL THE F OUT.  Although we all know I've never been good at that.

In that same vein - I finally scheduled a counseling appointment.  It's good because I feel the anxiety creeping around me these days. It really seems to come up with the whole not sleeping and having a million things on the to-do list situation.  And there are some things that I need some coaching on.  And really don't we all feel better when we can just vent to a confidential neutral source?!

On a completely different note, baby boy turned 9mos the other day!  He is a joy.  They both are really.  His big sister is full of sass and laughs and personality.  She is essentially over the potty training hump (praise the lord).  And we're looking into preschool for the fall (boo hoo - where did my baby go?!)

 

 

 

 

My house is a mess and I can't get anything done on time.  But we're (mostly) happy, (mostly) clean, and (mostly) fed...so I guess I can't complain too much.

More soon.  I hope.  No promises ;)

-Sarah

March-ing On ;)

 

 

I have to stop waiting for Jan 1 or the next Monday to come around to start getting things done!  And really to start feeling more grounded and less like a scatter brained tornado.

So my (ever evolving plan) is to make a few attainable goals on the 1st of each month, starting RIGHT NOW!  Because isn't now the best time to start?!

And to help keep myself accountable and to further show that we're all just getting by (aka I'm the conductor of the hot mess express...) I'm going to go ahead put them right here and just air all my dirty laundry (which with 2 kids...is a lot!)

March Goals:

• Line a day Journal - just for fun
• Make a counseling appointment - because life is stressful, and we all need tune ups, and because I need to start walking the walk
• 3 deep breaths in the AM - I want the first thing I do in the morning to NOT be pick up my phone.  But instead just notice that I'm alive and well.
• 5 mins of reading a day - because I'm reading a fabulous book.  And reading makes me happy.
• 1 blog per week - because yeah...
• Brush my teeth in the PM - Because we're being real here and sometimes I literally forget to brush my teeth...that's how my brain is right now...

Hope ya'll are well out there! 

XOXO

Sarah

PS: Unrelated photo of my children because...cute!