The Magic Time (aka Bri is no longer a psycho hose beast)

I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think we have finally reached the “magic time.” For some reason, in my life and past experience with one other child, there is a time when life seems to become a little smoother and more enjoyable. It happened when Abe hit 8 months old, and it has happened at the same time with Sam. I don’t know what it is – maybe it is the time it takes for me to become adjusted to a new baby or maybe it is the time that my body has finally adjusted from the pregnancy and childbirth. It could be also be as simple as I am getting more sleep now, because my children don't like to sleep through the night until they are 8 months old. (If you ask Jillsy she would tell you this is the case because, "Bri needs her sleep.") Anyways, who knows, but can I just say, THANK YOU GOD. It is like the whole family is smiling a little more, laughing a little more, and handling difficult situations better. And, we are in the dead of winter. So I know that something good must be happening.

Now, don’t get me wrong, we have hard days. There are blow outs, ear infections, and meltdowns. And, I still bitch about stuff and complain that I need a vacation (because I really, really need a vacation) but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe I should do a scientific study about this. Also, please remind me to read this when I am having a bad day.