I was driving home from work tonight and Trace Adkins’ song “You’re Going to Miss This” came on the radio. I hadn’t heard that song in forever. It got me all nostalgic and thinking about when the kids were really little. Things were CRAZY!! Coffee was my blood type and the house was ALWAYS a disaster. It was a full blown circus act every day.

I started this blog quite a few years ago and I’m so happy that I did. It’s all here. Occasionally I look back at old posts. I get see pictures of the kids when they were tiny. Hear those little voices. Remember the funny things they would say. Remember the crazy and insane days where I thought I was going to go out of my mind. And guess what….I miss it. Even the crappy phases of life… the diapers, the formula, the carting around pack and plays, the 3am wake ups, and when they always clung to you like marsupials. At the time, you wish it would just stop, but even now I think about the days Finn would crawl into my bed in the middle of the night. We went through two or three years of this… I thought it was never going to end.

There was hope. Then it didn’t happen. Then there was hope again. Again, no luck. Then finally the cycle was broken and it was GLORIOUS. Fast forward a few years later…I miss the little bugger slapping me in face in his sleep.

There were the times were I had to read SIX books every night before bedtime. Just the thought of the bedtime routine was exhausting. Now it’s brush your teeth and give me a kiss goodnight. Listen to these tiny voices!!

There was a time when Finnegan was completely obsessed with butter. He would steal it from the refrigerator and hide. He would stick his finger right in there and scoop out a buttery glob. Blech. To this day, he still asks for butter sandwiches. The butter thief.

There were days when I just needed a do-over.

“I want to crawl under the covers, in my little sanctuary and forget the day happened. I know it’s not a completely horrible day and it could be a whole lot worse, but it’s just one of those days. The kind of day where I just divided the kids up and they’re either watching TV or playing video games for their own safety. If I hear them bicker about anything one more time I might snap. Time to go steam the floors…AGAIN.”

 

It’s good to remember these times. Think about how I was feeling then vs. how I feel all about it now. It’s a good lesson in life. Life moves on and what seems unbearable is actually bearable because things don’t stay the same way forever. We all grow. I just wish the little guys would stop growing so fast. Now were heading into the tween years which brings its own unbearableness, but I better appreciate it because then it will be driving and college and I’ll be old.