realities of two

my life is full of good intentions lately.  i have plans every weekend to sit down and write a beautiful amazing post about how our daughter is growing up or the funny things that liam has been saying.  then life walks in and screws that all up.  the kids have total meltdowns complete with class-one diaper blowouts.  screaming and throwing of toys because one doesn't get to play with something immediately.  dinners are refused because "i don't like it" (even though he ate the same thing two weeks ago and love it)  and mountains of laundry appear and for some reason the more i fold the more laundry appears.  i don't get that one.  ahhh the lovely realities of parenthood.  i sometimes fantasize that there are magical laundry elves and one day they will come and do my laundry.  complete with folding, ironing and putting away of.

and while we're at it.  where are those timeout elves and diaper changing elves too?  don't get me wrong.  98% of the time i love life, my family and my children, and yes, sometime i don't even mind the laundry.  but let's get real.  parenting two children, making sure i spend time with my partner in crime and working full time can really take a toll on a lady.  i sometime feel like i'm in a constant battle with life.  that i'm running a race through an obstacle course to get to a place called "balance" does such as place even exist when you have a one year old and a three year old?  or is it just complete and total chaos until .... when?  or maybe balance is something that we try to achieve only because it keeps us going in the race purely to keep us going.  the reality of this proverbial race of raising two happy loving children is that it is daunting and exhausting.  and somewhere in between exhaustion, spilt milk, tantrums, timeouts, husband dates and report card deadlines is this thing called balance.

we'll just say that for now we're working on it.