Exhausting and wonderful.
And it all seem to start at the exact. Same. Time.
My life was busy enough, at least I thought so. But now I have two kids in school, karate, ballet, theater, and temper-tantrums 101 (Chloe is teaching that class).
I'm still trying to figure it all out. Pay this one monthly, buy new uniform for this one, oh crap, it's school picture time, what do you mean your ballet slippers don't fit? Whose birthday party is it on Sunday? Do we just drop you off or do we all barge in and stay and eat the entire cake?
I've never been one to experience anxiety (insert chuckle) but I'm sure any minute I'm going to forget to pick a kid up, drop one off, or not pay something in time and therefore ruin that childs' entire life.
But you know, I never really feel so overwhelmed that I can't move forward. So stressed that I can only sit and rock myself in the corner. The more stuff thrown at me just roots me deeper into my Eternal calling as mother, wife and friend. I love it. I love it all.
And I love, love, LOVE earning my sleep. You know those nights (every night) that you lay down in bed (at 8:30 pm) and can't move a muscle, can't form a thought, and you just pass out? I love those nights. Sure I miss staying up giggling with Brett (interpret as you please), but we still have fun nights. Not every day is so exhausting. Like...um....Sundays?
Still, I love it. Now I'm off to pick up Brett and Cohen from something...somewhere...