This, too, shall pass

***As you read this, know that I'm not looking for sympathy...blogging happens to be a great way to get all this stuff off my chest, then I feel a little bit better :)***

I really dislike this moment in time. Hate is a strong word...but I kind of can't find a word more appropriate to describe how I'm feeling right now about the following...

I hate that...
...I'm exhausted all the time
...I am constantly wearing clothes covered in curdly spit up
...my littlest bundle of joy has an upset tummy most of the time and will not let me put him down for more than a minute before he starts fussing
...my 22 month-old has suddenly taken it upon himself to explore everything in the house that he shouldn't
...I hear whining and crying for what feels like all.day.long
...breakfast gets only half cleaned up before Trevin is unplugging something he shouldn't be while Tyson is screaming bloody murder from his swing
...the bathtub is still full half an hour after the kids got baths
...I boil water for tea, only to take it off the burner when it whistles and forget to pour myself a cup, or when I do pour myself a cup, I forget to drink it
...I get SO frustrated with just "stuff" and spend much of the day wanting to scream
...I am a total "type A" and can't stand having things undone or half done
...I'm horrible at multi-tasking
...by the time Bryce gets home I am ready to curl up and go to sleep
...I am in survival mode
...because I'm in survival mode, I'm not taking time to enjoy my new baby or the new exciting things my little boy can do
...I wake up each morning knowing it's going to be another crazy day and counting down the hours until Bryce gets home!

I know that so many of you have been there before. Some of you even balance everything with more than two kids. I think you're amazing! And, yes, I know that this moment will pass all too quickly and I will never have this time back again and all the good things that come with it. And there are good things. So much to love about this crazy time, too.

I love...
...the smell of a clean baby
...the sweet sounds he makes
...nursing him
...the new words Trevin says and the sweet, silly things he does
...that Trevin tries to sleep in his big boy bed at every naptime and bedtime, yet still has ended up in his crib all but once
...that when Bryce gets home, he rushes to pick Tyson up as soon as he hears him fuss, knowing that I have likely spent all day with him in my arms
...that Bryce comes home for lunch everyday
...that I can sit in a nice hot bath while Bryce willingly watches the baby
...that I am not doing this alone
...that, right now, Trevin loves his little brother and wants to calm him when he cries
...the blessing of meals from friends, family, and even people we don't know
...the quiet moments like these, when both boys are napping
...and most certainly...

...a daddy's love

...a big brother's love

...this little boy

...and this little baby

So, for now, while I feel like I need someone to rescue me, maybe I'll just take a quiet moment, a mostly tidy house, a nice warm bath, or my hubby coming home with some bright, happy flowers or maybe a giant latte. That will make things better, right?