I try hard not to complain.
We waited and hoped and prayed for years, many years, to be blessed with children. I know that Brady and Carter were an answer to those prayers and are meant to be in our family. I love being a mom; I love all my boys; I wouldn't change a thing.
But some days are simply so overwhelming. If this 4:30 in the morning thing continues--I might become the world's crankiest mom from lack of sleep. (Seriously Brady, did you forget how to sleep through the night?) The thought of doing 2 baths, 2 solid feedings, 2 bedtimes, 2 trips up the stairs (I know, my life is so hard), 2 trips to load the car--it's just makes me tired. And it's been two weeks since I've had a prescription filled that is still sitting there because the thought of loading them into the stroller and into the store just so I can give the pharmacy my new insurance information is too much.
But I also have moments that I wouldn't trade for anything. And no matter how overwhelmed and tired I feel, I still love my job and think I might just be the luckiest mom in the world.