I like to work hard and I do not like to hear myself complaining. These days, though, I'm tired and have very little to show for it. You know-- no big things are getting knocked off the list. In fact, I think the list is lost. I have never been a mother bustling with energy or boundless optimism-- I was never that person! But, I often forget that parenting young children is a stage and that it will pass. I might not get any less tired, but I'm certainly going to stop worrying that somebody is peeing where they shouldn't or where that weird smell is coming from (unrelated) or why they want to scratch each others eyes out over using that one, specific spoon. Right? Right.
I have a great life.
I have been taking great comfort in being absolutely sure on several points: I am not alone. Parenting is hard and nobody has ever said otherwise (and if they have, then they either suck at it or have never done it). So get over myself already. My children are healthy and generally happy and want for nothing.This world is full of dark and danger and I have the great and undeserved privilege of raising my children away from most of it.
A few things that have been sticking with me this week:
- Eirean's post on making good work-- publicly and privately.
- White Noise on LIE. Again.
- This rad photo of Tracy and the girls (and the chickens!) outside her home office. One thing I admire about Tracy and D is that they have built their lives around their family and community and work to make change there every day. Plus, they have a pool. I have always wanted friends with a pool. Even if they are a million miles away.
- And something completely trivial: MI5 on netflix. Those writers do not freaking mess around.
What you got?