My silence of nearly a month says it all- it's a bit crazy here. Not bad crazy or loud crazy or "what the freakity-freak are we doing?!" crazy, more just the we are in pure survival mode and have no time for any normal necessities like cleaning and cooking and shopping crazy. Which doesn't lead to hopping onto the blog.
Yesterday says it all. Following afternoon naps I loaded the kids in the car and headed to do a quick errand. This meant no shoes and pajamas for Declan, a baby that was fast asleep and thus not fed, and a mom who had forgotten to brush her teeth and was fairly stinky due to the fact that she was dressed for weather about 30 degrees colder. The errand was completed and right as I was about to pull onto our street, I took a left instead of a right and headed to a friend's. I realized that the fact that we were out, in a car, was a miracle in itself and if I was going to ever see her it had to be now. So we rolled up, I popped in some gum, and proceeded to have life breathed back into me in the form of toddlers playing, smoothie drinking, chatting with people over the age of two, and enjoying the lovely weather in a grassy backyard. That left turn was the best choice I've made this week, even if it meant walking around with a milk sticky stomach and a shirt a bit too sweaty out since taking my sweatshirt off in front of people with noses would have been downright mean.
Ha. Getting real there, but that's what I want to remember. These early, messy moments. Just like I want to remember moments like now, when my sweet seven and a half pound girl is cuddled asleep in my lap keeping me locked down to write this. When I have actually showered and am donning"real" clothes. When Declan is having a full nap that will refresh him for a playdate with neighbors.
This parenting two kids under two thing might take some getting used to, but I can already say that I already don't remember or want it any other way. These are my people, my hearts, and this is where I'm meant to be.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE