We have a kiddo who isn’t sleeping. Says there’s scary noises in their room. Doesn’t matter what we’ve tried there’s no convincing them it’s safe. Which leaves Todd & I basically back on the newborn schedule of being up every two hours. We’re exhausted, kiddo is exhausted, & the family is exhausted. Nights feel hard right now. ‘Tis the season.
My house has piles everywhere. Piles of papers. Piles of books. Piles of clothes. Piles of shoes. Piles upon piles upon piles. It doesn’t matter how much time I spend on the house they don’t ever go away. Don’t get me started on the house projects we need to finish or even start! ‘Tis the season.
I discovered toothpaste on the ceiling in the kids’ bathroom. Seriously, why?? How??? I don’t think I even want to know. Ha! I walked into the kitchen & one of the kids was on the counter digging through the fruit bowl singing “It’s raining tacos” at the top of their lungs & subsequently tossing fruit over their shoulder into the floor for the dog to eat. The termite guy came by for the annual inspection & it was pure chaos. I told him to enter at his own risk. I told him he was laughing because he thought I was joking, but I was serious. ‘Tis the season.
Yesterday, I snapped at Todd after the kids were finally in bed. I was annoyed & huffy so I retreated into our bedroom. He eventually came into the room laughing because he wanted to know if I had officially broke from kid fatigue. It completely diffused the situation & all of a sudden the entire thing was so hilarious we were cracking up. That’s the level of tired we are living at right now. ‘Tis the season.
Moral to this story??? No one has it all figured out. No one’s life is perfect. “Her house is beautiful. Their marriage is perfect. Her kids don’t act out. I bet her house is always clean. She can do this better than me.” The fun, little squares on social media show whatever we want them to, tell the story we want to share at that moment, & it’s hard not to get lost in the void of lies of the comparison game. So please, don’t do it to yourself. I won’t, if you won’t.
But also?? I wouldn’t trade one minute of the hard in this season if it meant I had give up all the wonderful. Not even for sleep, for a cleaner house, for less noise, or for no more discoveries of toothpaste on the ceiling. This is exactly where I’m meant to be. ‘Tis the season.