Let's keep it real here. There are mornings when I barely get to brush my teeth. There are days when my kids don't change out of their jammies. Sometimes the kids go more than one day without a bath. HUT sleeps with us nearly every night (if he doesn't start out in our bed, he ends up in it at some point). Ellie still wakes me up 3-4 times a night. Our marriage sometimes takes a back seat while we figure out this whole parenting gig - which we are trying to work on that all of the time.
We are not normal, but we are not the exception to the rule. We are just like any other young family out there - we are surviving, mostly thriving, and we are doing our best to see the fun and joy in life with two little kids as best we can. We are quickly realizing that time flies so fast and, even though sometimes we're down in the trenches cleaning poop from the tub and juggling two runny noses at the same time - we are so SO fortunate. When people say, "you're going to miss this one day," I believe it. Maybe not righthatsecond when I'm in the middle of the chaos, but by the time I lay my head on the pillow at night, I know they are right.
So cheers to yoga pants, missing the gym, that third glass of wine, the family room filled with childrens toys, the crap strewn all over the car, the loads of laundry that are piling up and the diaper pail that stinks.
Because before we know it they are going to be teenagers and, well, I'm going to miss this.