This past month that Arya has come into our family have been a mixed bag of good days and bad days.
Some days are wonderful. The sun shines. Arya naps easily and long. Isabella is a good listener and we get to spend some great time together one-on-one. Andy might take her to the park so I can rest while Arya naps. We'll have a great family dinner and play outside or go swimming in the pool. After the girls are in bed Andy and I will have a glass of wine and reconnect while watching a TV show. I have time to squeeze in a few chores. Those are the best days.
Then there are the bad days. Arya fights her naps, sometimes it will take me 30 minutes to get her to fall asleep and stay asleep and then the nap is super short anyway. The walking and rocking and shhhing and pacing really wear me down nap after nap. Isabella is ridiculously and incessently demanding. She doesn't listen and I get short with her. Andy spends his time working on the lawn instead of helping with the kids when I'm at the end of my tether. Dinner is scarfed down in shifts because there are babies to tend to and after bedtime instead of cuddling, we collapse into our own private time which leaves us feeling disconnected. The laundry isn't put away and the tables are full of clutter. Those are the worst days.
Then there are the inbetween days. Where it's a little bit of both all mixed together and you help pull each other out of the bad moments and find joy in the good ones.
But that's life right? Not just babies. It's all a journey. It's a good life.