*Someone Once Told Me*

Originally posted in this month’s issue of Mamas Lil Guide.

Someone once told me “having one kid is like having one kid but having 2 is more like having a thousand.” I would definitely have to agree with this sentiment. Having two children barely leaves me time for all those little unimportant details I used to wax and wane over. Does it sound like I am complaining? Truly, I am not. I feel beyond blessed to have this healthy little cherub as part of my tribe. I am just keeping it real. Let’s not pretend motherhood is an easy task, because it simply is not. Rewarding, yes. Easy,NO. The people, who claim it is easy, are full of bologna.  You can quote me on that.

Truly, it is the sleep deprivation that has made these first few months such a challenge. That and oh yeah, my body is recovering from some serious trauma. Let’s add some hormones into this mix and you’ve got yourself a recipe for depression. I can honestly say that there were quite a few days that seemed really dark. I am thankful to have some great people around me, who were able to reassure me that it does indeed get better. They were right. We have a decent sleep schedule now and this sweet little baby is becoming more and more interactive. His smiles and coos are my reward for all this hard work. A decade ago, if you had let me glimpse into this piece of my life, I would’ve laughed in your face. Spit up stained shirts, feet in sore need of a pedicure, AND (gasp) sweat pants. Not too mention, LOVING every minute of it and secretly, enjoying that sweet smell of spit up.

Accepting that my house is going to be trashed and unorganized for awhile has been a challenge, too. It took me up until the past few weeks to do, so. But I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, since doing so. Does that mean I don’t clean at all? NO, I still clean or rather straighten up, but I am not stressed if there is a dish pile in the sink before I hit the sack (emphasis on hit). I don’t care if the house is messy when my husband gets home and luckily he doesn’t seem to care either. My kids are happy because I am not stressed. I truly believe that relieving some of the stresses that I have placed on myself, makes me a better mom.

Now here we are, I am dropping my daughter off for kindergarten (in sweat pants, I might add). I have a screaming baby in the back of my car whom I might add, probably needs his diaper changed. I have a husband who is away on business (for the next five days) and I couldn’t be happier with these delicious kids and my happy, healthy, imperfect life!