Real life. Some weeks are harder than others.
I try really hard not to complain about L because generally, he is a pretty easy baby. I’m knocking on wood as I type this, but it’s true. We’ve been so lucky with him.
But you know what? Some weeks, no matter how “perfect” your child is, can be really hard and tiring. Last week there was one day where I showered as fast as possible while listening to him scream in his crib. Yeah, teething + not wanting to nap = rough day all around. In fact, I didn’t write a weekly update post last week because I just couldn’t bring myself to be “chipper” and light. It happens.
Sometimes I limit L’s “real food” meals because I just don’t feel like cleaning up another colossal mess. Sometimes I sing the ABCs for twenty minutes straight in the car out of necessity. Sometimes the Jumperoo is a lifesaver because I can’t be “on” for an additional thirty minutes. And when all of Sunday morning is spent at the doctor’s office because you clipped your baby’s finger instead of nail and it just won’t stop bleeding, you wonder how many gigantic Toblerone bars are acceptable for consuming.
But that’s life. Ups and downs. Easy days, hard days, harder days. There isn’t any real point to this post except to say that we all have those tough days. Yeah, I mostly talk about the good stuff, because 1) it’s more fun to write and 2) it’s definitely more appealing to read. But don’t let the photos, posts and all the fluff fool you. It’s real life here, too!
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