Last week I picked up the baby from his Great Aunt in Tampa. We spent a week together. Last Thursday I picked up the twins from school here in Orlando. We spent the weekend together.
That made for a very busy weekend.
Looking back at it, I’m grateful. In the middle of everything, I would not have said I was grateful. I was stressed out. I was irritable. Certainly, I wasn’t a happy dude.
I remember how my parents were with me as a kid. I see how other parents are with their own kids. I know I’m not alone in feeling the frustration and anxiety of being a single parent to 3 kids.
It’s a shame more people aren’t honest about that. There’s a stigma to admitting you’re tired of your kids sometimes. That’s a shame. Without the validation of knowing the feelings are normal there’s a tendency to feel a ton of guilt about all of that.
I managed to reach out to a few people I can trust when things got *really* hard. You all know who you are and I’m intensely grateful to each of you (especially the girlfriend – thanks babe 😘).
Anyways, the lesson from the weekend was “This too shall pass”. Times were hard, but then they weren’t.
To sum it up: Feelings are like the weather. Sometimes they aren’t great and sometimes they are great. However, will always change from one, to the other.