For the last week or so I feel like my head is spinning.
Not literally, of course, cause that would be weird… and creepy.
But just spinning in the sense of utter relentless busyness.
And by all means it IS,
but when they get older there comes this new level of crazy.
No longer can you keep your little ones in a bubble.
You will now be forced to drive to school, practices, parties, recitals, games and attend all of the above.
It’s never ending.
And you will love it.
But it’s hard.
And when you do all these things you kinda have to look presentable, because you actually do get sleep at night now, but that doesn’t mean it’s always blissful.
resulting in sleepless nights for a whole new reason.
Gone are the days of counting newborn poops, sanitizing bottles and packing a suitcase full of crap every time you leave the house.
And welcome to the life of worrying over your daughter getting picked on at school, talking about puberty, and explaining why f*ck is a bad word.
While your children grow in size so does their ability to drive you insane.
Cue the eye rolling, the comebacks, and the smartassiness.
And you will call your mom and apologize, because dang it.. you are guilty of it too.
Because I don’t have time.
Because I feel I have been continuously commuting somewhere.
Because my kids are driving me insane.
Because I have just had a lot going on.