I am tired.
I don't think there's anything like traveling out of town with 2 small children to stress me out.
I am already the world's lightest sleeper. I am super sensitive to changes in my sleep environment. And I think Drew inherited that from me.
Last weekend, at one point, Brent was mad at me. {I'm still not really sure why.}
This weekend, at one point, I was mad at Brent. {I know why, but it wasn't exactly rational.} I might have said, 'Sometimes I wonder why I married you.'
I totally didn't mean it, and he knows it {and I did apologize}.
But there is nothing like a toddler, a baby, confined spaces, and lack of sleep to bring out the best in me.
I genuinely believe our marriage has gotten stronger with each child. There are times we want to walk away. Thankfully these times are few and far between. And now having our 2 precious babies, I know without a doubt, we are in this for the long haul.
Most days, there is a moment, where we are so in sync it makes my heart sing. In the morning, loading kids and lunches and laptops and breastpumps into my car...we are like a well-oiled machine, and we high five {me enthusiastically...Brent begrudgingly} because, hey, we got this!
I know that man is my lobster.
And I can't believe he hasn't left me yet as I constantly gripe at him about not doing enough. As the words are coming out of my mouth, I hear how ridiculous they sound. And this is the man I have to show how rational I am to convince him we should have more children. Um...I think I am failing miserably at that goal.
I don't really have a point to this post except to say that marriage and motherhood {get it....M Squared??} are hard. Wonderful, duh. But these past 2 weekends have worn me out. I'm looking forward to being back at work, not having days off and no vacations planned in the near future. {grin}
