I’m going to have to correct them, for a moment.
You see, I have not brushed my teeth, done my hair, put on make up, and my contacts are in only begrudgingly while listening to a screaming infant and panicking about the hungry toddler rummaging through the pantry asking for snacks.
He woke me up at 6:30 am. It was 8:30 am before I managed to scarf down instant oatmeal and drink my beloved cup of coffee.
I think I finished my breakfast. I can’t remember.
I won’t, for one second, say that this isn’t the right job for me. These two little loves light up my world. They’re amazing little creatures that steal my soul and make me joyfully skip brushing my teeth sometimes.
But the truth is this: staying at home is a hard job. It’s work all by itself. But it’s also rewarding. And as everything is in this land of little ones, this phase is so very temporary. I’m 100% certain I’ll look back with longing and wish I could love on my babies just one more time in the midst of a disaster of a house.
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, I’ll honestly tell you I’m taking a mini-break. It’s too hard to keep up and survive home life. For now, I’m focusing on these littles. I do pop on for a few minutes on my computer periodically, but for now, I’m going to focus my attention on them, moving into our new home, and general survival while we get into our routine.