I’m not proud to say it, but some days I wish I didn’t have a 2yo at home. Not saying I wish he didn’t exist, just saying I wish we could fast-forward a few years and only experience the tantrums, the battles of will, the not eating/not sleeping/not stopping as hazy memories instead of everyday occurrences.
I’m enough of a veteran to know these days pass, but I’m also weary enough that I’m marking the time.
But not marking the moments. I know I’m missing things. I’m struggling; I’m stuck.
My newest endeavor – the newest among many – is to work on my perspective, and not be so overwhelmed with the NOW that I keep my eye only on the WHEN. Because NOW is when I want to be happy.