It’s been a while! I’m back to work full-time and my babies (ok, Sage isn’t technically a baby anymore) are in daycare. They’ve acclimated great aside from the germ aspect. We’ve all had colds and I got my first ear infection in like 20 years. Daycare germs are unavoidable I’m learning. I’m just happy that the boys are happy!
Sage’s daycare has an app where I get pretty much hourly updates on what he’s doing and PICTURES. This is just about the best thing ever. However, on Friday I got to see it all in person because I visited for his Halloween parade and party. It was all so cute and made my heart happy seeing him interact with the other kids, smiling and laughing.
We’re still on the waiting list for Emerson to get in there so he’s at a different place for now. He’s a little babbling chatterbox and his teachers adore him. He got his first cold pretty much the second he started at daycare which made me sad, but he’s been a trooper. Even the night we were at an after-hours pediatric urgent care until close to midnight, he just smiled and hung out with me in the waiting area. He amazes me daily.
Getting to the topic of this post though which I think this is an important one: balancing it all. Full disclosure: I’m not doing that perfectly by any stretch. My definition of “balance” has certainly evolved as I’ve become a mom of two. It changed when I became a mom of one, but needed further improvement with the addition of our second baby.
Here’s what balance looks like to me these days:
Some days I make a home cooked meal (in advance of the workweek because cooking on a work night is impossible) and other days we order pizza, Chipotle and/or Chinese and live off that for dinners for a few days.
Some days I’m all put together for work (even having done my hair) and others I do the “it’s not too greasy?” test and pull it back.
Some days after work I spend more of my time playing with Sage while my husband takes care of the baby (this became possible about a month ago when Emerson started taking the bottle).
Some nights I clean my kitchen and others I let the dog lick the dishes (don’t worry, they still make their way into the dishwasher).
Most weekend days I get up early before all the boys so I can clean/organize a little because it’s the only chance I get (and I’m a morning person), but some days I just crawl back into bed.
Every day I’m proud of my husband and I for working hard and striving to be the best parents we can.
Every day I remind myself that I won’t always be so tired (although baby Emerson has really been sooo kind to me with sleep).
Every day my heart bursts watching the boys interact and I feel so lucky they’re mine.
Every workday I get super excited to pick up Emerson at daycare and meet my husband at home who has gotten Sage.
Every night I get excited to climb into my king-size bed.
Every day I look on the bright side of how much time pumping takes because I get to watch my TV shows during that time and mindlessly scroll through my phone.
Every day I focus on all the good in my life and say a big THANK YOU for my family.
Balancing it all doesn’t mean that everything always runs smoothly, but for me it means that I’m trying my best each day. I’m giving my kids all the love in the world and being present in the moments we have together. My husband and I are juggling a lot and often don’t get to have a real conversation until the boys are in bed. My house is messy in the background, I’ll never catch up on laundry, and I’ll always need a few more hours in the day, but that is ok.
It’s my balance.
How do you balance it all?