I’ve been careful what I say with regards to parenting struggles. It’s no secret that parenting is hard, but for some it’s even harder not to be a parent. It’s an indescribable pain. I remember silently aching for a toddler with my own DNA to hurl a bowl of macaroni and cheese at my face, and a second toddler to laugh hysterically at my despair.
Ok, that is distinctly not true.
But I do specifically remember hearing friends moan and complain about the affliction of parenting, lack of sleep, crayon on the wall, etc... and thinking that they should just feel SO GRATEFUL that nature generously allowed their reproductive system to do what it was meant to do.
This leaves me at a crossroads today. I have to choose between being sensitive and sympathetic to my dear readers who are still struggling, and being honest with everyone else.
Because my friends?
We are in the TRENCHES of toddlerhood.
Somewhere we failed. And since my trademark is being brutally honest on this blog… I thought I should just come out with it. We don’t, in fact, live a fantasy life where we frolic around with paint brushes and power tools while our offspring quietly play together. At any given time, you would most likely find Nick and I staring at each other in bewilderment while chaos ensues all around us.
SURE. They have their moments of cuteness. And those are the moments I like to capture.
I just really had to get that off my chest, because I don’t want to portray a perfect picture of ‘having it all together’. Know that there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. And grinding of teeth. And biting with teeth. And straight-up teething.
In an effort to leave this post on a happy note… I would like to say that the girls are excellent sleepers. They still take two naps (LIFESAVER) and sleep 11-12 hours at night. This is a huge blessing, and allows us to recover from the trauma of the waking hours.
Disclaimer: Please note that I didn’t write this post to beg for sympathy, I just wanted to be real with my readers. We love the girls without ceasing, and wouldn’t trade them for the world. We know that it’s just a phase, and hope that our parenting skills improve over time. Over and out.