I suppose, being my debut blog post in almost exactly a year, I could have picked something more upbeat and fun to write about. I could have written about the fun lunches I packed my kids this week, or shared my super frugal tips about how I made three meals out of one whole roasted chicken, or even about how much watching my little baby turn nine months old gets me teary. But, no. Instead, I sat down on the couch after a cranky, tiresome evening and my first thought was of this picture of Isla.
So, there it is. Nothing cute and fun and Pinterest inspired here to see tonight. Some nights are just like that. You know how it is, or at least I think you do? The kids got home and fought like crazy. I broke our “no TV during the day rule” so that I could get some school work done on the computer while the baby took a late nap, which means that I didn’t get dinner on the table until 6. This led to the inevitable whining kids in the kitchen and underfoot while I threw together a quick meal that most certainly would not be featured on a Facebook post or Pinterest. After dinner came two time outs for one of the big kids (I’ll let you guess who), an ice pack and pep talk session with the other boy who was feeling the effects of the one who was in time out, and a bumped lip for the baby who was clingy and miserable unless she was held. The trip to the craft store to get poster board for the biggest kid’s school project did not happen. Dishes were not done. Reading time was hurried. All in all a successful night, said no one ever.
Since I’ve sat down to write this, I’ve had to stop twice to rock the baby back to sleep. I can’t lie. I cringed a little bit when I heard her wake up and start to fuss. I wanted to pick up the house and pack school bags for tomorrow before it gets too late. I wanted to be ALONE, for goodness sake. But that’s not how it worked out. As I rocked there in the baby’s room, listening to the competing sounds of the creaky glider chair and the sound soother on the ocean channel, I had some time to think. I know my day didn’t go as planned. I didn’t end up writing what I thought I was going to write. My kids were not well-behaved, and I definitely lost my temper more times than I care to admit. And then I realized, this is exactly why I picked up the computer again: to connect, to reach out. To know that there are other people feeling exactly the same as I do. Even though it’s not shiny and bright and fun; it’s real and it’s what’s happening tonight on Willowcrest Lane.