For this post, I had originally typed up a long, bitter rant about all of the things that have gone wrong and/or driven me up the wall over the last month or so. At some point in there, I even gave a thorough description of what hell must be like (and I'm pretty confident that it may have been somewhat accurate)... but even so, I decided for the first time in my 4 1/2 year blogging history, that I needed to sit on it. I kept telling myself "Just wait until tomorrow and see if you still want to publish this." And so I did... for 3 days.
In that short time period, I experienced a very poignant, very humbling realization that life is just too short to focus on the stuff that doesn't matter. Will it continue to drive me insane that my 4 1/2 year old won't stop pooping in his pants? Of course. Will it become easier for me not to turn into the incredible Hulk every time my 2 year old hits me in the face? Not a chance.
But when I look back over the course of this entire month-- what really matters, what will go down in the history books (or at least my history book) is not how many pairs of ninja turtle underwear I cleaned up/ threw away, not how many hours Brendan spent in time out (and believe me, it may very well have taken up the better part of half the entire month).
It's brothers walking along the beach together, hand in hand
It's a trip to the ice cream shop for no good reason
It's conquering your fears
It's the magical look on a kid's face when he knows he is sitting on top of the world
It's gasping with excitement, even when he has already shown you 37 other shells just like this one
It's that feeling of being in complete control
It's accepting that sometimes things will be completely out of control
It's that sense of accomplishment that can only come from finding the world's biggest sand crab
It's allowing yourself to do something fun even though you know it's gonna get messy
It's taking a joy ride every now and again
It's the realization that, as much as you want to, you just can't stay mad at this kid