If you know my sister and her blog, you'd know that I copied her blog title from yesterday.
As I was reading her blog post about her rough day, all I could think was, "preach it, sister!" We are both going through two totally different things, but rough days are rough days.
I am having a rough day today, myself. Well, I have been having a rough few days. I am so in love with my children and my life, but this whole "transitioning from one child to two" is a rough thing to do, and I don't want to sugar-coat anything and make anyone think that it's a piece of cake over here and I'm Supermom and handling it just fine.
I'm not. I think Hunter is finally starting to realize that Kylee isn't going anywhere, and the world doesn't revolve around him (shocking, I know.) It's just been hard because he has been acting up a bit more than usual, and it's really hard to discipline when you're nursing a baby and your three year old is smart enough to realize there really isn't anything you can do at that moment.
I've been making it a point to give him extra time with just the two of us to play with his toys and stuff. I don't know what else to do though. I want to discipline him accordingly but I don't want him to think I've changed now that there's a new baby.
I don't want him to think that I yell at him all the time. I love him so much and I don't want him to ever question that especially now that he has a sibling.
I laid in bed last night crying over times that I've snapped at him from lack of patience, and asked the Lord to help me with that.
Today has been somewhat better. I definitely feel the Lord with me keeping me calm, but I still have such a long way to go.
I know I'll get there and we'll figure out a routine. And I know all of my tears and frustrations probably still have a lot to do with hormones, and those are leveling out too.
In the meantime, I'll just keep leaning on the Lord for patience, and wisdom in how to deal with it all.