I’ve realized that though balancing work and a house and a super ridiculously active baby who doesn’t sleep is the hardest and most exhausting thing I’ve ever tried to do, I am also the happiest I’ve ever been. I feel all glowy and lovely and fulfilled and joyful.
Even when we’ve been up 5 times through the night. Even when I’m behind on all the deadlines.
Even when the fridge is empty and the cupboards are Mother Hubbard-y and going to the store seems daunting so we have rice and eggs because it’s what we have.
Even when my last shower was three days ago and I can’t even use the toilet without being climbed on and I wonder if I brushed my teeth today.
Even when Jared and I stay up way too late getting things done – not even talking, just typing because we have to do what we have to do.
Even when I want to leave every committee and committment and extra thing I have, just to stay home and be with my boys. Even when I want to join every committee and make committments and do extra things just so I don’t have to be in the house.
Even when my soul is so weary that I can’t believe I’ll wake up and do it again tomorrow… I do. And I am so. so. happy.