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And I promise I’ll weave in some financial lessons here too, unless I forget on account of the fact that this post was written over the course of two weeks, approximately five minutes at a time while one child or another (or both) clung to me/I read them a book/did a puzzle with them/nursed the baby/wiped something of indeterminate origin off the floor with my foot.
I am the queen of the multitask, as is every other parent on earth.
I find that knowing what to expect makes all the difference for my mindset and how I respond to my kids.
This is, incidentally, also how I feel about managing my finances.
I’m OK with that, mostly because I know they will only get older and more independent and less reliant on their parents (right?! Of hearing Babywoods wail that she wants more “sweet toetaytoe” when she already has an freaking sweet potato on her plate. And no one is standing on the sidelines handing you snacks or cheering you on.
I mean surely five-year-olds can pull up their own pants and don’t walk around with their bums hanging out? Of herding two crying children into the library/church/playgroup while both cling to me with their tiny claws and one of them pretends she has forgotten how to walk and passersby gawk at the modern mother trying to have it all and, in that moment, so clearly failing. Since I know the end of their childhoods looms and maturity will happen, I’m trying to savor Littlewoods’ infancy. I’ve also heard tell that the days are long, but the years short. With our first daughter, the first six months or so were a complete haze.
It doesn’t negate that some aspects of parenting are miraculous, life-altering, and utterly wonderful.And other aspects are filled with poop–usually in a literal sense.Why am I writing about parenting when I’m supposed to be writing about money? So very in the thick of the dirty, tiring work required by my two-year-old and two-month-old daughters.) singing about cleaning up toys while my two-year-old alternates between cleaning up toys and rolling around on the floor (why?! I’m pretty pleased that both kids are happy and healthy and, let’s be honest, still alive at the end of the day.But then sometimes I catch myself in the mirror (by accident, I assure you) and wonder who this is staring back at me.