Parenting is hard.
Don't get me wrong, I never expected it to be easy. And most of the time, these little people are pretty fabulous.
Then there are other times. And man. It is hard.
Parenting three kids is hard.
Parenting three kids in three different ways that meet their individual needs is hard.
Parenting three kids in three different ways that meet their individual needs while attempting to satisfy my own needs is hard.
Throw in a husband, a house, and a dog.
Oh, and did I mention my next semester of college starts tomorrow?
It's been one of those very hard weeks around here.
It's almost like I put out there into the universe that this is the year of positivity, and the universe was all like, "Oh yeah? Let's see about that" and threw at me all it could muster.
I feel like I'm drowning. Emotionally and mentally. One obstacle after another. On top of parenting those three kids in those three different ways...
I needed to escape yesterday, so after dinner, we all snuck to the library and took part in a family play date complete with building snowmen out of marshmallows and M&M's and a raucous cotton ball snowball fight.
The smiles on their faces? Priceless.
So despite all the hard, there we were, snowballing it up, laughing, and enjoying each other.
And I guess that's the point. The hard is going to keep on calming. It never truly ends, nothing is ever completely easy all the time. We just have to buckle down and get through.
And we will. Because we always do.