I'm tired. Not to complain. But, I'm tired. Sleep deprived tired. And, tired of playing referee between my two children. Even Liza is getting rough these days. Yeah. She likes her little purse and putting on her shoes but I'm pretty sure she isn't going to be a dainty little flower of a girl. I met a woman the other day whose babies are 2 years apart just like mine but they are September and mine are August. I asked if the big brother was rough with the little brother. Never. She said never. Seriously. She even said the older was "protective" of the little. My heart broke a little bit at that.
Do I have a deviant almost-3-year-old or is your older flat out mean to your little?
If you have children that are always kind and sweet I don't want to hear about it.
Is that bad?
I find myself jealous of Taylor when he mows the yard. Yard work. I don't like to sweat. I don't like to get dirty. I don't even know how to operate the mower. Yet, I want to mow the yard. I want 2 hours of time that nobody can bother me because of the noxious fumes and the roar of the mower.
I also find myself jealous of his quiet showers every morning. I don't want to go to work. I just want the quiet shower.
Is that bad?
I don't think it is.
Every time I sit on the floor and Henry sits in my lap, Liza decides she needs to nurse. She now paws at my shirt and pushes brother out of the way so she can get what she wants.
Somebody needs to teach these children some manners.
There are lots of things I want to do. Become a doula. Become a childbirth educator. Finally write that children's book that floats around in my head. Clean out my closet and find out what's been hanging out in there since we moved in 5 years ago. Um. Plan my children's birthday party that takes place in 3 weeks. Yet. Nothing happens. I feel successful when we eat supper and I manage to clean the kitchen every 2 days. Seriously.
No joke when I say it's a messy life.
I actually took pictures of my children today. And, I realized why I've been low on pictures. It's impossible to referee and snap pictures to be proud of at the same time.
Turns out my blog block wasn't really a writing block. A post just wasn't forming in my head nice and pretty like I like. But, it's okay. I'm pretty busy. You know. Keeping my children from killing each other.