For the rest of you, you know what I mean...and in general, it's my mantra these days.
In reviewing old blog posts it appears that I lost my mind (and time) somewhere between March and June of this year.
Right about the time that Weston turned one. Yep. Sounds about right.
Y'all. This kid keeps me on my toes. I don't think that any parent wants to admit that they have a difficult child, myself included, so I think I'll just stick with "spirited". It's a thing, I swear. Just Google "spirited child" and you will find an array of (almost laughable yet very poignant) opinions on the subject matter. At the end of the day? Raising one has proved to be my most challenging demand yet.
To be truthful, many days are filled with frustration, sometimes tears and almost always several deeeeeeeeeep breaths. Even Logan partakes. And while I've heard it all from "...it's just the age", "...he's a boy!" and my favorite, "...this too shall pass", when you live and breath stubbornness, disobedience, physical emotion, flailing tantrums and at times all out loss of control, it wears on you. Big time. I also wears on your marriage, your four-year old, your friendships, your ego, etc. etc. I am serious when I say that there are mornings that Weston wakes up pissed off at the world (which to him, is me) and doesn't quit until bedtime. He is full of mischief and wants things done his way. Period. End of story.
Anyhow, Weston has certainly changed the way I parent, thus the post title. I fully admit to doing the bare minimum to survive the day whilst still maintaining some aspect of responsible, intentional and loving parenting. But for the most part, it's no frills these days.
I don't care what Logan wants to wear. I have not craft-ed or etsy-d, instagram-ed or pinterest-ed anything in months. I don't obsess over a clean house. I have exactly thirty minutes to prepare dinner and if it takes longer than that, we may just have cereal. I don't care (or rather I don't do anything about it) if my car looks like a bomb went off. Weston still takes a bottle at night because it's the only thing that guarantees he'll sleep. I let Logan wear dress up clothes to the store. I don't stress over too many snacks. I let the laundry pile up. I sleep until one of them yells for me in the morning. I go to bed almost the minute both are tucked in. I sometimes lock myself in the bathroom for a moment of privacy. I eat lunch off of their plates. I keep wine stock piled.
But perhaps most importantly? I have come to realize that this is what life looks like for us at the moment. It's not glorious. It's not ideal. It's not always a walk in the park...er, except for when it actually is going for a walk in the park. But for now, it's how I get by raising these two kiddos.