I spent a lot of time last night facebook stalking friends from high school and college. Most of my friends aren't married and don't have kids. A lot of them are in grad school. There are a LOT of pictures of people at parties or the beach or football games where they look like they're having a lot of fun. For a while, I was a little sad about all the fun I don't have while I'm at home with my little family.
But then I thought about how happy my little family makes me. And while many of my friends are very happy, there are quite a few who aren't really happy. Most of my day consists of things that no one would think of as fun (getting up at 5:30, changing 6,432 poopy diapers each day, carrying 40+ lbs of wiggling, whining baby up and down stairs). But I am very happy. Happier than I've ever been in my life.
When I'm unhappy, I have a tendency to imagine that if I could only change X, my life would be better. When I was living in Maryland, working a decent job, going out a lot with my friends, and generally living a miserable life, I was sure that if I could quit my job, get married, and have a baby, I would be happier. The therapist I was talking to at the time disagreed. But then, I got knocked up, quit my job, and got married. And now I'm happy. I love my husband. I love my baby boys. I sleep very little and don't see my friends as much as I'd like and spend SO MUCH TIME dealing with poop, but I wouldn't change a thing.
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OH! Your last paragraph is breathtaking. :) LOVE this post.
Thank you so much for coming by my blog, I'll surely be back by yours...and be sure to add a comment each day to that contest post...it'll up your chances!
Continued peace, and I can vouch that the poo DOES slow down eventually! ;)
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