By Golly! I think we may have done it!

Well, here I am.


5 a.m. Listening to those annoying Sounds 'n' Lights musical toys. The ones that have a very well kempt, and well rested mom on the cover of the box. She is lounging on a carpet (no doubt void of any dog hair) playing joyfully with her smiling (clean, and dog-hairless) bouncing baby boy/girl.


This is not me this morning. This is not me any morning. I'm a, Lucky-if-I-get-a-shower-in, type of gal. One who doesn't always get to brush her teeth. Lets not even get into the state of affairs my carpet is in.


This is not a job for the weak of heart. This is also not a job I applied for, but randomly got. I feel guilty about this whenever I get frustrated and angry at how hard it is to raise kids. I know that there are so many women out there in the world who would give anything to have what I have. Yet, on the morn of my third consecutive night without more then 2 hours of sleep, alone with two infants, three dogs, and an annoying cat, I have to say, parenting is for the birds.

6 hours later......

Okay, I love them again, and would murder anyone who tried to hurt them. Stella is crawling around and makes crazy growling noises, like she should be some beast from "Where the Wild Things Are". Sage, just lies there looking at me like there is no one in the world who could possibly be as wonderful as me.
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These ups and downs, these emotional ebbs and flows, are, in my opinion, what makes parenting so exhausting. All of the tangle of emotions from the love, to the anger, the guilt, the hilarity, the despair, it is all consuming. When people say to me, "Wow, I can't imagine your life", it is THIS that I want to be able to impart. It is an exhaustion they will never enjoy, and yet will be utterly lucky to avoid.