It’s not the end of the world

With getting home and getting back into the groove of everything with a new baby, I’m seeing my patience for anything is quite thin. I know this, I see this, and I’m trying really hard to moderate it. I’m continually trying to consciously correct my snippy reactive behavior before I do it, but if I’m being honest I’ve been doing more reacting then correcting and apologizing later than I have been anything. I keep reminding myself that it’s not the end of the world. Things are frustrating, but nothing unfixable or life threatening so chill the fuck out. Milk gets spilled, babies get knocked over, messes get made; who cares? Take a deep breath and come back to it later. We can clean up messes, wipe tears and kiss owies, and show up a little late; no one’s gonna die. So why in the actual fuck am I getting all worked up about shit that isn’t going to matter even a little bit when I wake up tomorrow? Deep breath. I know it’s crazy, but we’re learning and getting acclimated to having a new family member and it’s stressful for all of us, but yelling isn’t going to help anyone learn faster. Make the mistakes, learn from them, and keep on trucking. It’s not doing anyone any benefit to be in high alert for no reason. It’s a time for learning and growing and loving. I need to remember that these days aren’t going to last forever and right now we should enjoy these moments of being together and not have them tinged with regret of how I kept overreacting. So today I will remind myself to relax, breathe, smile, and enjoy my time with my family, even though the house is a mess and the kids are fighting and my boobs hurt. This time is wonderful and I can’t forget that.