Some days are rough. Alex is screaming, Zach is complaining about the cleanliness of the house, I have eight million assignments due and not enough sleep to function. We have no food in the house, but after Alex’s earlier tantrum the last thing I want to do is grocery shop with him. It’s raining, so Alex and I can’t even go outside. I have to drive to a Dr.’s appointment (with Alex in tow) and the traffic? Is appalling. In the middle of the day! My head hurts, my lower back hurts, my brain hurts. Alex needs a haircut, but we can barely afford to buy food for the next week and a half. I have to fill out a million and one forms for nursing school. I have to get my fingerprints taken by the FBI, criminal record checks, child abuse checks. I still have no idea how I’m going to pay for this next year of schooling. Alex pooped in the tub. Again. Alex threw yogurt all over the kitchen. Again. I stubbed my toe. Again.
Some days are definitely rough. But even on those days I can find peace. I look at my two handsome men, and it’s hard to stay upset. While they may sometimes be the source of my stress, they are also my major source of comfort. While they may sometimes make me crazy, they are also my sanity.