There's this song that's been out a couple years on country radio about this guy in a bar (shocker) complaining about how bad everything is -- his wife's pregnant again with their fifth kid or something, they're broke, the washing machine died, etc. -- and his buddy tells him, essentially, to suck it up, that's just life. Well, not going to lie. It really is.
It's been hard keeping up with these letters with any regularity (this one's nearly two weeks late and that's just crap, really) because of life. Car troubles, chores, work (and work and work and more work), your brother's mystery illness, your teething, blah blah blah. At the end of the day (if I'm not working) all I want to do is fall into bed as soon as humanly possibly. We're definitely in "keep your head down and slog through" mode and it's not fun and it's not fair to you.
So I'm going to try to do better. And I'm going to try to have a better attitude during the day, because you can't help it if teething sucks and walking is frustrating when you trip on thin air and your brother keeps trying to give you hugs when all you want is to play with your damn train. And the amount of work I do is ultimately, I suppose, my choice. And there will always be car troubles and odd fevers and broken dishwashers, but there will not always be you being this age.
I love you, tiny man.
Charlie was making goofy faces at Henry while we were riding in the car this morning.
"You're a nutter butter," I told him, laughing.
His silly face went serious instantly. "I am not a nutter butter. I've told you that, like, ten times. Just calm down."
If you're ever unaware of the things you say repeatedly to your kids, they will let you know. I think maybe some of it gets lost in translation, though.
I may not have been writing much, but I've been taking pictures like crazy. So at least there's that. These two are my recent favorites.