If you’ve stopped by the blog lately, you know there are a lot of heartstrings being pulled as we reminisce about the little ones growing up.
Have you ever thought to yourself, “I never thought my husband and I would get here.”(Especially within the first couple years of marriage?) To be completely honest, I knew adding a bundle of joy to our family would come with added stress, pressure, and sleepless nights, but I didn’t expect Josh and I to bicker as much as we did within those first couple of months.
I don’t know about you, but I’m the mom with a million things on her brain at all times. Whether it’s meal-planning, scheduling the babes’ days, operating a side hustle, or dreaming about the next time I can take a shower in peace, my mind is always running.
It’s no secret that our group of friends is super close and extends beyond the contributors that publish on the blog. The husbands have always been forced into friendships with each other because we get together so often, vacation together, conversate regularly… Sorta like an arranged “broship” I guess you could say. They’re our biggest fans, the cheerleaders for the cheerleaders.
With Mother’s Day coming up, I’ve been thinking much deeper into what it means to be a mother.
Toddler: An emotionally unstable tiny dictator with the ability to know exactly how far to push you towards utter insanity before reverting to an adorable, loving cuddle monster.