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Dear Partner,
I’m taking a moment to share some thoughts with you. Just the other day, after a particularly chaotic week in our lives, you shot me that familiar frazzled expression and mentioned how you “need a break.” I hear you—really, I do. It’s been a rough stretch, and I can’t deny that. Between my work project reaching its peak, our little one’s endless energy, and your heroic efforts around the house, it’s been a rollercoaster.
I totally get it! Those 60-hour workweeks? Not exactly my idea of fun. And juggling the chaos of meal prep and early morning babysitter notes? Yeah, not exactly a walk in the park either. But let’s not forget one teeny detail: I’m pregnant. I’m sure you can imagine that carrying a tiny human isn’t a walk in the park—my exhaustion is real. Honestly, I can’t recall a time in the past few years when I felt fully rested.
And let’s be real here. The only time you’ve really experienced the struggle of not indulging in a cold one was during that Whole30 challenge we did together. I see you cracking open a beer now while our toddler is busy turning the dog’s bowl into a juice fountain, but I digress. Here’s the crux of it: our lives are about to get even crazier. Soon, we’ll welcome another little one, and sleep? Well, say goodbye to that luxury. The baby will wake the toddler, and let’s be honest, chaos will reign supreme.
Unlike our first go-round, this time we’ll have a pint-sized human who needs more than just breast milk and who has to be shuttled off to various activities. I can already foresee the battles over who gets to take the recycling out. Just when we think we’ve got a handle on things, I’ll return to work, and we’ll be managing schedules for two kids at different daycares. And just as we settle into our new routine, the car will break down, the roof will spring a leak, and our washing machine will decide to have a meltdown.
But hey, here’s the silver lining: it will get better. We’ll get into a rhythm, color-code our calendars, and enjoy post-bedtime beers together. But then reality hits—before we know it, our oldest will be off to kindergarten, followed by the never-ending cycle of homework and extracurriculars. If they’re anything like you in high school, they’ll be sneaking drinks in our basement, and if they take after me, they’ll be the sensitive types who just miss the cut for the swing choir. It’s going to be a lot of hand-holding and navigating through teenage woes.
Let’s be honest; the idea of them living at home until their late 20s isn’t too far-fetched either. By 2032, they might still be crashing with us like squatter! So, you might just get that break you’re longing for around the age of 67. Right now is the simplest it’s going to get, and we’re in for quite a ride for the next 30 years.
I’m sharing this with you not just to highlight the wild journey ahead but to remind us that this is the life we’ve chosen. Embracing the chaos, leaning on each other, and finding joy in these moments is what it’s all about. And hey, I love us, and I know you do too, so let’s suck it up together.
Oh, and by the way, our little one dropped your iPhone in the toilet. Just a fun little detail to wrap this up!
With love,
Your Devoted Wife
P.S. For more on navigating pregnancy and all the ups and downs, check out this excellent resource on infertility and pregnancy. And if you’re curious about home insemination, you can learn a lot from this post on intracervical insemination. Also, don’t miss the at-home intracevical insemination syringe kit from Make a Mom.
Summary:
This humorous letter reminds a husband that life with kids is about to get even more chaotic, especially with a new baby on the way. The wife encourages her partner to embrace the craziness and find joy amidst the challenges they will face together.