Some days writing this blog comes easily to me. The words flow faster than I can whack them into the keyboard.
Some days I sit and think, I should really write something. Nothing comes and before I know it, I’m scouring through funny goat videos on You Tube. If you haven’t done so, I highly recommend it. Goats be cray cray.
Some days I look at my kids and think, holy shit, how did I get so lucky? Three healthy, funny, all-round idiotic and cool kids.
Some days I look at my kids and think, holy shit, why the heck are my kids so crazy/loud/dramatic and when do I give them back to their rightful owners?
Some days my house is tidy, the dishes are done, the laundry is up to date.
Some days I could report a break in and the police would legitimately believe our house had been ransacked.
Some days I adore my husband and want to marry him 100 times over.
Some days I think about how far away I could get before someone recognised me and sent me home.
Some days I love my kids so much my heart wants to crawl out of my chest and smother them with kisses.
Some days I dislike my kids so much I sit on the toilet and cry.
Some days I want my kids to just grow up already.
Some days I want time to stop so my kids can be small for a little bit longer.
Everyday I know how lucky we are to have what we have.
Every day I’m eternally grateful for my parents who taught me how to be a parent. My step parents for being there for me too. And my in-laws, for teaching my husband how to be a parent.
For all six grandparents, for being kick ass grandparents to our kids.
Every day I’m eternally grateful for my friends. The friends I’ve had since I was a kid. The friends I talk to every day. The friends I see every few months, and it doesn’t matter because it’s as though we saw each other yesterday. The new friends who made living in a new town so much easier. The friends I can rely on, the friends who I know are there for me. The friends who know I’m there for them.
Every day I’m eternally grateful for my family. I have three sisters but the women I consider sisters spans beyond that – to my cousins and to the women who married my cousins, the aunties and the uncles. A strong family full of strong people, that I’m proud to be a part of, and proud to raise my children in.
Every day, I’m eternally grateful for my husband. We’ve had our challenges and we’ve emerged stronger for it. We don’t always see eye to eye, but a good marriage isn’t about that. He makes me smile, he is an amazing father, he’s an all-round good dude.
And, of course, every day I’m eternally grateful for my crazy monkeys. Three beautiful, smart kids who make me proud despite driving me insane. I’m grateful for the smiles, the hugs, the kisses, the tender sleeping faces. I’m grateful not only for what I can teach them, but also for what can teach me.
They’ve taught me to look at the world differently. The question things. To laugh when I feel like crying. To cry when I really feel like crying. They’ve taught me to think before I yell. They’ve taught me to put my phone down and be a tickle monster instead. They’ve taught me how to watch toy review videos on You Tube.
They’ve taught me how to love without reservation.
And for that I’m eternally grateful.