Do you have days when you finally put the kids to bed and you stop to breathe and you think: I feel traumatized? Like you just survived a battle? Like your heart is still pounding in your chest? Because I feel like that sometimes. I have these little arguments with myself where I say to myself,
"Ann, you are NOT traumatized. YOU do not even know what trauma is. You live in a nice house, in a wealthy country.You have a very healthy, happy family.You get to spend your day with your family! You are lucky. Lucky, I say! NOT TRAUMATIZED. THINK GOOD THOUGHTS, POSITIVE THOUGHTS!"
And yet, I still close my eyes, bury my head, set my jaw firmly in place, and try to will the boys to sleep a little bit better and a little bit longer through the night. Please....
It's hard to remember the days when I used to look forward to 5pm. Grandma will think this video is funny. Maybe I, too, will think it's funny - TEN YEARS FROM NOW. I advise anyone else, especially those with little kids, to JUST SURF ALONG to the next blog. Anything that I have to say today has already been said. Although joining the antics of these two might make me feel better, especially considering the potential snow day tomorrow.