The Days Are Long....

A few days ago I stumbled upon this quote about raising kids and I can't think of anything that better describes what it is like to be a parent.
'The days are long, but the years are short.' - Gretchen Rubin
Lately, like most parents, I feel like I am living in some version of Groundhog's Day.  Everyday is the same. Nothing too bad happens, but also nothing really unexpected occurs. Some days when the LM finally goes to bed around 8 I feel like I have just finished running a marathon, and other days I can't even remember what it is that we did all day because it went by so quickly. Each week seems to be soooooooooooo long from start to finish, and then I turn around and my baby is already a few months away from turning a year old, and my little man is almost big enough to start kindergarten.

When the heck did that happen??????

Somewhere in between all the diaper changes, rides to and from school, and play dates, these kids just keep growing, and sometimes I am honestly just surprised we all survived the day. I often wonder if it is always going to feel like this, or if things do get easier as the kids get older? I imagine in some ways the day to day gets some relief, but emotionally things must get much more intense. They don't say "bigger kids, bigger problems" for no reason.

You will find no complaints here, just the musings of a mother who wonders where the time goes, and sometimes feels as though she didn't "see" her children all day, even though neither of them was more than a foot away at any given time.

Maybe I just need a little more of this....