It’s hard, sometimes, to know what to share on here. When I have bad days, it is tempting to come on here and vent, but then usually the bad things are more personal/sensitive and not meant for internet broadcast. It comes more naturally to talk about the good times- I want to document those memories and hope sharing the happiness in my life spreads a positivity that is contagious. But I do sometimes worry that it adds up to this picture perfect life that isn’t realistic. There are days where I am an asshole to my husband, and I mess up at work, and I end up at the pediatrician twice in one day- or even worse when I can’t be the one to take my children to the Doctor, and my anxiety spirals that I am not doing right by my blessings. Just know that I struggle, if and when those struggles are useful to share, I do. Otherwise, y’all don’t need to hear me complain. I’m a lucky lady and I know it, even when I have bad days.
This weekend though, I had no bad days. I had a full house that is now totally trashed, and I could not be happier.
Harry’s Godfather and his amazing girlfriend (who I kind of wish was my girlfriend) came down from Chicago to stay in our guest room. Our beloved MollySally came in as well- which pushed sweet Pete onto the couch so MollySally, Bernie, Bella, Blue Moonbeam and I could sleep in our room. We were busting at the seems, Grace was in heaven with all of the attention from her PlayAunts and PlayUncles, and the weather was gorgeous. We spent almost every moment outside swimming, walking, playing and bonding and I would like to share a few of iPhone snaps if you would indulge me:
Harry is three months old tomorrow, and going back to work has been a harder transition than I expected. I have always been someone who focuses on goals in the future, and that’s ok because that is part of what motivates me. But I love how my children make me so present in the moment, and this moment is a pretty good place to be.
I hope you all have a wonderful week!