I’ve found that living with a toddler is exhausting. Horribly and wonderfully exhausting. I’m sure that wouldn’t surprise anyone. One minute I’m at my wits end wanting to run run away to Mexico because he’s having a tantrum and the next I’m melting into a puddle while he steals my heart with an adorable smile.
For those of you who don’t know what it’s like to have toddler in the house, let me put it this way: combine a playful puppy, a curious monkey, a jolly gnome, a squirmy octopus and a ferocious banshee. Mix them all up and then let that mutant run amuck in your home with all your stuff, never knowing which one of the personalities will appear from minute to minute or if it will be snotty, pooping or throwing food. Sounds crazy, right? Trust me, it is. But it’s also one of the most entertaining things to watch.
Comfy bed – check
Library book – check
Slouchy sweater – check
Fresh coffee – check
Idyllic, isn’t it? Maybe just for an introvert like me.
It’s been a rainy day. It’s been a rainy week actually, figuratively speaking. I’ve been so stressed that I’m starting to feel it take it’s toll on me physically. When I was growing up I had stress induced heart palpitations and now, into my adult years, I get a racing heart and difficulty getting big deep breaths when I feel too anxious or down for too long. If only it presented in losing weight and having boundless amounts of energy. I should probably do some yoga, or drink some Gin. Or do both, at the same time.
Ah well. Summer is just around the corner and hopefully that means a whole bunch of nothing. I pulled the kids out of school and took them to the beach this week. It was nice to get a change of scenery for a couple of days and get our feet all covered in sand. We didn’t make it to soccer this morning either as everyone was too exhausted and no one wanted to brave the wind and rain.
I do hope summer brings with it a slower lackadaisical pace. I could use that right about now.