I can’t do a Bits post today because I didn’t take any photos this weekend.
Well, in between Tom crying, Alice crying and me crying — I simply didn’t think to capture the moments.
The past three days have made me feel like I am totally failing.
Tom is acting insane.
Alice seems like she wants to eat non-stop.
Yesterday, I just wanted to totally give up.
Like…I wanted to run away.
To a beach.
For a month.
I sound ungrateful, right?
If I went to a beach by myself, I’d miss my babies and hub after about 2 hours.
But seriously, I would totally miss them and would come running back.
But yesterday, that’s how I felt.
I felt like I just couldn’t do it.
I felt like I couldn’t take Tom’s constant whining/crying/non-napping.
I felt like I couldn’t take Alice’s constant need to eat/crying/non-napping.
I felt like I couldn’t take my constant feeling of failure/crying/non-napping.
We’re *all* tired.
We’re *all* cranky.
Yesterday was the day that my euphoria of having the sweetest baby and the most wonderful toddler and a happy life in general just totally…
And I was done.
So I had a good, girly cry.
I took my sweet (crying) baby to my sweet (wonderful) husband and said, “I need you to take her for awhile.”
And I went downstairs and showered the spit-up and the tears off.
I took a deep breath.
And I remembered that these crazy moments are super short-lived.
And I remembered that all the good things my kiddos do far outweighs the bad.
And I remembered that I am incredibly lucky.
And I’m not just saying that…I really *know* these things to be true.
My sister posted this photo on Facebook of Tom from the weekend:
And if seeing *that* doesn’t make you mush and gush…I don’t know what will!
So there you have it, crazy babies.
You can keep acting nuts.
I will keep acting nuts with you.