treading water
It feels like we are treading water, trying to keep from being washed away by the relentless waves of everyday life. The days fly past and we aren’t getting everything done. Our to-do list keeps growing, new items are added but nothing is complete. It is overwhelming to see what needs doing knowing that there is little time to get all of it done.
I was talking with the husband about this. We are both feeling overwhelmed. The husband says that it feels like he’s at the bottom of a well. Both of us are feeling defeated, unable to start anything new because we don’t know where to start. Which task that has been neglected needs to be dealt with first and are there any neglected tasks that are going to explode if they are continued to be neglected. Small stuff like the windows are so smudged by fingerprints that it looks like the windows has a film on them, to “holy crap! our house insurance has expired!”
I was speaking with another twin mom and she said that it feels like she and her husband are leading parallel lives. They are so busy managing the kids and the house that there is little time/energy left over for “them”. They trade off nights so that they can get work done or go out and connect with friends but they don’t get a night out together. She is just as stymied as we are as to how to fix this.
When we went to prenatal class the teacher warned us that parents of multiples have a higher divorce rate and she encouraged us to talk about what were going to put in place to help smooth the bumps. We sat there rubbing our pregnant bellies, feeling certain that we would not become a statistic and talked about how we’d hire a sitter and ensure that we had a date night. Thankfully none of us have added to the ranks of that particular statistic but I think all of us are feeling the pinch of trying to balance work, life and kids.
I had a revelation the other day that I’m not putting my marriage as a priority. I’ve thrown myself head-long into caring for the kids and returning to work that my marriage has fallen to the side. I realize that I am modelling what it is to be a mom, wife, friend, insert whatever role here, to my kids and I worry that I am failing. I recognize that I am not putting my husband on the priority list. I don’t want us to become roommates. I want us to start putting each other first. Even as I type this I worry, will my kids understand that I have enough love for everyone. They have gotten used to my undivided attention and they are going to have to adjust as I learn to adjust.
Watching tv last night I saw other parents of multiples announce that their marriage has fallen apart. It is painful to watch. Would it have happened even if the cameras were there? Who knows. Watching their life unravel just threw my life into sharper focus. I can’t keep putting off taking care of my marriage.
So for now it comes down to this: we can continue to float, resting because we are so very weary, with the risk that we might drift so far apart that we cannot find our way back to each other; or we can hold each other tightly and face what comes our way trusting that we have each other’s back and that we can face anything as long as we face it together.
A marriage isn’t gazing into each other’s eyes. It is standing side by side, holding hands and facing the world.
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