I’m trying very hard not to beat myself up about my blogging slack. I guess “slack” isn’t really the right word. Is there a word that means “really wanting to do something, but priorities and unexpected life disruptions mean that something’s gotta give, and that something appears to be blogging”? And I’m not really beating myself up. I’m just frustrated that I can’t do everything I want to do.
I’m very aware that this is a privileged person’s woe.
So rather than complain, I’m choosing to just accept it for what it is and bask in the chaotic hilarity of it all. Life is funny, most of the time. And life with children is even funnier. The drama, the big life lessons, the annoying habits, the goofy silliness, the sweet moments, the intense love, the ridiculous balancing act of trying to do it all – it all comes together in a big, crazy, wonderful, hilarious endeavor.
I’m truly starting to believe that the joy of having children is as much about the craziness as it is about the coos and cuddles. Having kids is like hopping on a roller coaster ride. You know it’s going to be wild and thrilling and slightly terrifying, but that it’s also going to be over in a matter of minutes. You can freak out, grip the safety bars in vain, squeeze your eyes shut, and miss the awesome view from the top. Or you can just let go, throw your hands up, scream ’til you’re hoarse, and have the time of your life.
Your legs are going to wobble and you might toss your cookies at the end either way, so you might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? 🙂