Kids are Overrated!
Sometimes I miss the days before having kids. When I say kids, I refer to the actual kid, our 4 year old son, as well as the 9 month old puppy. This whole week is a shining example of why people wait so long to have kids after they get married. The dog managed to mess up last night for me. My son decided to stomp his glasses to bits on Monday, followed by poop on the floor this morning; please don’t ask me how or why. I’m mentally exhausted and it’s only a few hours into the day.
My husband and I didn’t have a typical courtship. We met online while living nearly 1000 miles apart, so we were unable to date. When I moved to Indiana, I came with my little boy. My husband was thrown into a new life with myself and my son, not knowing what to expect. He adjusted beautifully, but the fact that I had a kid didn’t allow us to have a normal transition into things.
Catering to a little boy and a feisty dog is fun at times, but is also quite stressful and tends to interfere with things my husband and I would like to do together or by ourselves. There are many times that I wish he and I could have had our first couple years of marriage to ourselves. Things have been great, but it still doesn’t change the feeling I have that I cheated him out of his freedom way too soon.
At the end of the day, I just hope that my family is happy and my husband is content with the life I’ve given him. It’s not perfect, but what is? I wish he didn’t have the added stresses of the boys (and probably of me as well) but at the same time, I doubt he would have married me if he wasn’t prepared for it. Hopefully he knows how much I love and appreciate all that he does for me and my family.