We slept in. We dined leisurely. Tasted food. Took vacations. Long ones. Slept 10 hours a night. Went to bars just cause. We did projects. Painted rooms. Redecorated. Spent money. Hours were spent on small tasks like washing the cars or organizing the garage. Pretty sure I remember more than one sunday where we blew up an air mattress in the living room and watched Friends DVD's all. day. long. We thought we were busy. Really busy. Afterall, we both worked fulltime. AND had a dog.
After Cannon was born we'd laugh about what we did with all of our time before he arrived. We were inefficient at best. We'd say. Or. We must have wasted more time doing nothing...
Well, enter Emerson. What on earth did we do with all our time when we only had one baby? Seriously y'all. We didn't know busy.
Now I use the tv as a babysitter. Now I make promises I can't keep to a two year old. Now I do laundry but it never makes it out of the laundry room (also a curse/ blessing of having a second floor laundry). Now I set short term goals and work to accomplish small tasks. Now I go to the grocery store twice cause I didn't have room in the cart or in my brain to buy stuff for Christmas AND groceries (yes, I shop at a superstore, duh). I'm learning man on man defense (or some sports analogy like that). Now I postpone potty training (although on Sunday he did go on the big boy potty!) cause I just can't devote the time right now. Now we are busy. I think.
So, my readers with three children (or five), you can wipe away the tears from laughter. And my friends with only one child, you're not busy. Safe to say the transition from one to two is rougher than the transition from no babies to one baby, at least for us. But we're 6 weeks in and making it. And we're happy and we're having fun.
So, I celebrate imperfection. I celebrate 'making it'. I celebrate getting a shower every day. I celebrate making sure everyone is fed and clothed. I celebrate the small things and laugh at what falls by the wayside. It couldn't have been that important anyway, right?
I will continue to use the tv as a babysitter when I need it. I will strive to accomplish everything and settle for it when I accomplish nothing. And I will make new years resolutions that have nothing to do with being a better wife or mom cause I don't think it gets much better.
On another note: If shoes with curved bottoms could make you skinny, wouldn't everyone be skinny by now? Pretty sure you've wasted your money on your Sketchers. Also, it's plastic light up nativity scene time. Get ready. Oh and remember this post? It's back. Only this year it has an arrow through it. Nothing says 'happy birthday Jesus' like a deer hanging from a basketball hoop.
The Best part? Remembering to celebrate imperfection.