Every day The Wee One pulls the couch pillows and blanket down to the floor.  And every day I put them back on the couch.  This happens roughly 100 times per day.  OK, so it doesn’t happen that often but I will put the couch pillows back, turn around, and The Wee One will be wrestling them to the ground yet again.

The little rascal in action, he also likes to throw my burp clothes on the ground.  Grr.

couch and blanket


I have to put them back up for two reasons, 1) because I use a pillow to support my back while nursing and 2) because I’m slightly OCD and I love when everything is order!

Sometimes I’m not too bothered by the repetition, but sometimes I feel very frustrated.

My frustration has nothing to do with the actual pillows and blanket.  It’s the monotony and exhaustion that come from doing the same thing day in and day out.  It’s feeling like I’m stuck in this never-ending cycle of picking up toys, puzzle pieces, and pillows.  But it’s the life of a stay at home mom.  I change the same poopy diapers all day, I wipe down the same high chair three times a day, I put away the same toy cars, listen to the same silly songs, go to the same kid-friendly places, and put the same pillows back on the same couch ALL DAY EVERY DAY.

I know it’s just a phase but with two kids under two and very little time for myself or my husband, it feels never-ending.  Both The Scottish and I are sleep-deprived and drained but he gets to be exhausted by two different jobs (his official one that pays the bills and his job as a dad).  My job as a mom is 24/7.  Is it weird to call parenting a job?  Maybe, but it’s work, so job it is.

How can the days be so mind-numbing and sweet at the same time?  How lucky am I that I get to watch The Wee One go from not being able to match the colors of his fish puzzle to getting them all correct.  I get to witness the adorable way he lines up each of his cars on the coffee table and watch him while he learns to play independently while I’m tending to his little brother.  I get to see how adventurous he becomes tumbling around in the couch pillows and I get to hear his laughter as he giggles and accidentally drools in delight.  I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything.

I love my job but like everyone else, I like to complain about it too.

Despite all my grumblings, some days I feel like a well-oiled machine.  The boys and I make it to the zoo or a play date or the library and have a wonderful time with no meltdowns or diaper blow-outs.  Lunch is seamless and both of them nap well in the afternoon.  I somehow find time to finish the laundry AND prep for dinner.  These days are unicorn days for sure but they do exist.  It’s the messy days where I feel like I’m walking through mud that make me yearn for a break or wonder what it would be like to work outside the home.

But even on the most stressful days, I’m still incredibly happy with my life and my choices.  I can’t picture being anywhere else than in my living room picking the pillows off the floor and putting them back on the couch.

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