Struggling... everyone has some sort of struggle at sometime in their lives. This morning I have come to the realization that I have deal with an absurd amount of struggling. Now these aren't massive change the world type struggles. In the grand scheme of things my struggles only affect me. However they are struggles and well I am honestly quite tired. To begin with- I creak, crack, and crawl out of bed as co sleeping with my 20 month old well is not restful. I descend the stairs to be bombarded by questions of- what are you doing today, or wheres such and such... all I want is coffee. Coffee that I must drink away from everyone since they find my vanilla creamer offensive- so I am shunned. then there is the shower that unless I get in before the baby wakes up I must take amid plastic fish and stacking cups- hazardous conditions. I get out and leave the baby to play in the "rain" of the shower and dress but before I finish brushing my hair the baby is "weady". I wrap her in a towel she wiggles free and now I am chasing a naked slippery baby...it;s not even 9 am.
Don't get me wrong. I love my little daily struggles. I know there will come a time when I don't have them and I will miss them. I wish the bigger ones would take a rest now and then so I could enjoy the silly ones more though...
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