Lest I sound like an ungrateful whiner, I have to say it's been exhausting. Full of high moments and gigantic blessings, but tiring still. I wouldn't say we've been our best selves. We've been sleep-deprived, sad, frustrated, impatient, and insecure (post-baby body in a swimsuit? not ideal). I look at pictures from the past few weeks and I see I'm wearing the same hide-my-body clothes and doing the same no-brainer hair styles. Not a huge deal, but more a symptom of a bigger problem.
As we drove cross-country, Doug and I laid it all out on the table and realized we just have to do better. We have to be better to each other and more engaged in our lives. And, probably like all of us, recent events have reminded us that life is precious and very short. Little kids don't stay little kids for long, and we want to make the most of every moment we have together.
Now that we're here we're anxious to have a fresh start. We miss our lives in Virginia dearly, but school was always meant to be temporary so I suppose we have to move on. Doug now has a great job, we live in a beautiful place, and we have family close by. Our girls are happy and healthy, and we have wonderfully supportive families. Our house doesn't have moldy bathrooms and I'm surrounded by hippies that love recycling and farmer's markets more than I do. What's not to love?
So have patience with us and don't judge us too harshly when we continue to be a hot mess for a few more weeks. Or months. We're aware we're a teensy bit crazy, and we're working on it.