These Days

These days dirty clothes are rewashed 5 times because they were forgotten.

These days make-up is applied at red lights, if make-up is used at all.

These days hair is washed a couple times a week.

These days babies are worn while making hot dinners.

These days are spent cleaning only to be destroyed within 30 minutes.

These days are falling asleep in one bed and waking up in another.

These days emails are answered during midnight feedings.

These days are lonely yet so filled with love.

These days are busy with preschool and play dates and doctors appointments.

These days are slow morning Saturdays and rushing out the door for soccer, swim or dance.

These days are wiping noses, butts, mouths and everything in between.

These days are kissing boo-boos.

These days are scheduling date nights with your spouse weeks in advance.

These days are making 8 trips to the grocery store in one week.

These days are taking temperatures and rocking sick babies to sleep.

These days are disciplining the children and then running in the other room to have a good cry.

These days are toys you didn’t even know existed.

These days are coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee

These days are wine. Lots and lots and lots of wine.

These days are being so frustrated one second and laughing hysterically the next.

These days are feeling like a failure for too many reasons to count.

These days are feeling like a champion because your kid finally ate that piece of broccoli or used the potty or scored a soccer goal.

These days are exhausting…so tiring your bones hurt but somehow you find the energy to press on.

These days are making money where you can, whether you pedal something online, work in corporate America, or monogram on the side.

These days are sad when you think about your old life before kids.

These days are happy because you can’t remember your old life before kids.

These days are exciting when you get to sneak away for a weekend away from the kids.

These days are depressing when you find yourself missing them.

These days are long.

These days are short.

These days are fleeting.

These days will one day be missed.