Parenthood=Several WTF's Per Hour

Saturday, January 17, 2015



This past week was yet another week where the days just flew by so quickly that when I look back, I'm not sure exactly what I accomplished. We had some good days--we had a pretty nice routine down and had fun playing and running around town. Then there were days that I thought would never, ever end. Thursday was a God-awful day with a seriously unpleasant trip to the doctor for Lucca, but then Friday came in strong with a promising outlook for the weekend.
I know what you're thinking.  Relax, you've got one kid, why are you complaining? I get it. I'm not going to lie, I thought the same thing pre-Lucca. One kid? Ha! Piece of cake. I don't think it's impossible. I also don't think I have it any harder than anyone else. I just like to be honest about the reality of being a parent (especially a new one who doesn't know what the hell they're doing) on a day-to-day basis. I have some really great, fun, fulfilling days with my son and then I have days where I think, "What the hell? Why is this happening right now?" 
And I think that's just it-- parenting is such a freaking roller coaster that it takes every single ounce out of you. It's like a crazy Ex who is sweet to you one moment and then turns around and goes completely bat-shit crazy on your ass.
One of the best quotes I ever saw on Pinterest (one of those days when I was like man I need to pin some great quotes today) was this:
 I'm currently experiencing life at several WTF's per hour.
That IS my life. Why/What/When/Where the F@*! all day, everyday. Use your imagination with any combination of phrases. I'm pretty sure I've thought it or said it at least once. And if you're a parent, to one kid or a whole damn soccer team, then you know what I'm sayin'. WTF, Parenthood.  
So on this lovely, sunny Saturday morning, we're currently seeing the sweet side of parenthood. Third cup of coffee, the sound of Lucca snoring through the baby monitor, a clean house, a cooked breakfast and a day open to possibility. 
But don't be fooled, parenthood's bat-shit crazy side is sure to show up on my doorstep--unannounced and demanding to be acknowledged. 
WTF, Parenthood. WTF.
 

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