I'm not complaining. Well, I am, but it is still worth it.
I want to follow up on that article in the previous post. I'm not getting around to it so to put it simply and bluntly:
- I appreciated the comments. Thank you.
- I agree with the comments - parenthood is rewarding, I don't regret having kids and I don't take enough time to myself (RJ - I mentally went on that solo bike ride with you)
- Parenthood does well in studies that measure rewarding vs pleasurable activities. That's great and all, but why shouldn't it be happier moment to moment too?
- I wonder how infertile parents would compare to fertile ones. I suspect we would would score better on all counts.
- I think more time to myself is key.
- I think lack of sleep is a big contributor to my feelings of sadness.
- I think I am grieving the loss again of my easy-to-conceive-genetic-child-born-gently-at-home. Or I'm just tired and this is something to pin "the blues" on.
- After trying to notice the times I am happily parenting and not-so-happily parenting I have decided that the good times beat out the not-so-good times by around 10 to 1.
- Which brings me to this weeks Perfect Moment Monday.
Sitting on that step in the warm summer air and watching my two year old get soaked from head to toe while potentially doing damage to the plants I worked so hard to plant and cultivate . . . well, it was wonderful. I thought, "This is what I imagined and longed for for all of those years - moments like this." I makes you remember how something so simple as water coming out of a hose can be so much fun.