Some days are good,
Some days are bad,
Some days are neither,
Only so-so.
Some days we’re sad,
Some days we’re glad,
Ups,
downs,
It’s like a family yo-yo.
Words from Big Book of Families by Catherine and Laurence Anholt.
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We’re a family of four now. And we’re doing okay.
Some days are great. Some days are not so great.
Some days fly. Some days I watch the clock all day.
One day I burst into tears when my husband called at 6.00pm to say he wouldn’t be home for another hour. Not tears directed at him. Just tears.
Some days fly. Some days I watch the clock all day.
One day I burst into tears when my husband called at 6.00pm to say he wouldn’t be home for another hour. Not tears directed at him. Just tears.
But we’re doing okay.
We’re getting there. We’re getting into the groove. It’s probably not the one Madonna was singing about, but it’s a groove nonetheless.
A groove punctuated with beautiful moments.
They don’t outnumber the bad moments. They don’t last longer than the bad moments. But they still win.
They still win.
Have you welcomed a new member into your family? Did you find it difficult to find a new groove?
Not the groove Madonna was talking about! Even in a dramatic post, you make me giggle! Beautiful babes there Em. The new groove is always… tiresome? Consuming? Emotional? But look at those cherubs <3 Hang in there hun xx
I’m hanging in there! I actually have a few hours to myself this morning!
I love every line of thi post. It is just what I needed to read right now. Thank you x
You’re welcome. x
It isn’t easy but at some point, when you least expect it, you do find that groove.
One day turns into two or three, then you have a bad week and then another few great days. Suddenly, before you know it everything just gets better, all the time.
Keep on swimming XXX
It’s getting better all the time… (better, better, better…). EARWORM!
Thanks Robo x
Oh yes. And there were plenty of tears too. I don’t think my husband realised how much I watched that clock and needed him to walk in the door – not because I missed his fabulous personality mind, but because I needed a break. My two little ones are now 5 and almost 4, and it is SO much better. I still want him home from work on time though.
Yep, I try really hard not to unload the kids on hubby the second he walks through the door, but it’s very tempting every night!
Those tears are all part of finding the groove. (Madonna has no clue!)
It was overwhelming having 2 at one go and I certainly remember the tough times but it’s the good times that definitely make up for it. Hang in there, Em! x
Oh Grace, hat tip to you and all parents of multiples. My brain implodes at the mere thought. x
I swear the transition from one to two was the hardest for me. (Thought 3-4 had it’s challenges as well!)
Just keep enjoying those moments, and if you need to cry the rest of the time, that’s ok too 🙂
Fewer tears every day! x
I think you are doing a great job. I still have the odd tearful moment when hubby is out at sea or late home and mine are now 14, 15 & just turned 17.
I remember when I was pregnant with my youngest with a 1 and 2 year old, basking in how organised and on top of things I would be this time round, given how easy our 2nd child had slotted in to our family and routine. Boy was I wrong, ten weeks early and needing 2 to 3 hourly expressed feeds, not to mention the month we were in hospital. It took the whole 3 under 3 to a new, more stressful level. Those first few months when Meg arrived home at just 1.6 kilos were a haze. I honestly don’t remember sleeping much. God I’m exhausted just thinking back.
I’m not surprised – I’m exhausted just reading it! Thanks for the lovely comment x
Yes! I remember this – first child was almost 44 years ago & I was alone on a property in a little house while my hub taught at his little school half an hour away. I found each day worse than the one before because I saw no-one and at 22 I really didn’t like being a stay at home mum. Went back teaching in the new year & my DD came with me & was cared for in the school residence next door by my boss’ wife. Fast forward another 7 years and again I was home with DS now 36 but was lonely and had a life at school that I liked more! I could control a class of 30 more than one baby. Hub would arrive home from school with our daughter and I’d hand over his son! I was not cut out to stay at home as a mum and luckily I had the most amazing child care arrangements. But when I retired and was a grandma I liked caring the the little ones in our house because at the end of the day they went home! Love your work Em! Denyse x
Thanks Denyse. Sometimes it just feels like those days are never going to end. Not the individual days (although sometimes those too!) but that every day for the rest of your life is going to play out this way.