The Mister was home with us again this weekend. I could quickly get used to this, but I'm trying not to, because he's already warned me about his workload in the months ahead. So, just enjoying the moment. Enjoying him.
The only time we've been on a vacation or getaway, just the two of us, was our honeymoon. I've never spent a night away from Buddy Boy and the only nights I've spent away from Little Guy are nights I've spent in the hospital.
Each time we've had a baby, we've found ourselves treating it like a little vacation for the two of us. We just revel in the togetherness of it. And then the Mister changes another poopy diaper and I wince in great pain of some sort. But seriously, it's awesome. And I'm really looking forward to our April getaway.
I'm a little worn down right now. Feeling tired and overwhelmed. Wishing there were some perfect instruction manual to motherhood, tailored to meet the needs of our specific family.
We're having some major, major, MAJOR discipline problems right now. We're talking hitting, biting, screaming fits of defiance, that have forced us to leave every place we've gone in the last several days, and prevented us from even attempting others. It's frustrating and it's defeating.
And it's cramping our style.
But we'll just keep trudging.
Onward and upward.
And hoping this means we'll breeze through the teen years!
The Mister and I are making a life for our family just outside Washington, DC. He spends his days (and many nights and weekends) working at a law firm in the city. I spend mine caring for our greatest blessings. This is the journal of our lives.