I am now a mom of two under 2. I've joined the club of the very tired, pulled every which way, always on the move moms.
Hudson will be 1 month old on Sunday and since he was born I get asked the loaded question at least 5 times a week. "How is it?"
I normally reply with, amazing! The kind of amazing that makes you feel overwhelmed and you aren't quite sure you're going to make it through the day amazing, but never happier.
But the truth is, it's hard.
Having a toddler and a baby who both need your undivided attention is HARD!
Getting out of the house takes hours. HOURS I tell you! We are never anywhere on time and if we are, it's normally because I didn't even have a chance to get myself ready. And while we are out I'm just praying we make it through without anyone having a melt down.
It's hard to feed Raegan lunch when Hudson is screaming. So I strap him into his ring sling and pray my way through lunch as the break of nap time is lingering right after.
It's hard to nurse Hudson as Raegan is digging through the trash and eating the lunch I just offered her, but she didn't want at lunch time, but NEEDS it now like a fat kid needs cake.
It's hard! Like seriously hard.
But I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
We prayed for this. We prayed for this exact crazy. A crazy that I am so thankful I'm able to experience.
And right now I am in a season of grace. The grace that everyone is giving me, I need to give to myself. This is a short season in life that is absolutely crazy, but also pretty fantastic.
So for now, I will buy stock in Chick-fila Dr. Pepper and take a deep breath, because the days are long, but the years are short, and being a mom is the only place I want to be.