I have had this question from a few people who have recently come home from Ethiopia with their children.
One week today will mark 5 months home for us.
I'm not sure where the time has gone.
In the beginning, some days seemed to drag on forever as I tried to keep Ade engaged and still keep my sanity. But then the weekend would be upon us and I would think "What the heck did we do all week?"
Those first 2 months home I couldn't get out the door before noon...and then we couldn't go any where because it was time for lunch and then a nap. Not to mention we were snow bound with awesome -35 temps.
Showering seemed to be something I did in a past life. If I managed to squeak in a shower forget about doing my hair.
It was hard. I have moaned about it in past posts here and here.
Organized I was not. Dishes piled up! Laundry went unwashed and the kitchen table overflowed with piles (and NOT the kind you get on your derrière either).
Sometime in the last 6-8 weeks things have gotten better. Settled if you will. A routine of sorts is happening.
I think it started to fall into place when we planned our first mini-holiday to attend a family wedding in Victoria on the May long weekend.
I had been fretting over this vacation since we booked it. How would Ade be on the 2 flights plus airport layovers we had in the schedule. While they weren't long flights (each being an hour or so) and the time in airports was a couple of hours it still had me in a panic thinking our wee child who seemed to be fully embracing his TWONESS would be the child on the plane screaming, throwing things, crying, and running up and down the aisles while other passengers gave us the dreaded hairy-eye ball.
Not to mention getting to the airport on time. We are renowned for pushing things to the limit time wise and never get anywhere on time.
None of this happened. In fact, we were packed and ready to go on time!
He was a great little traveller. He did say a couple of times "All done." while we were in mid-air but the power of Cheerios always seems to win out.
I feared being in a new house with people he wasn't familiar with would throw him for a huge loop. I thought he wouldn't nap and would be up all night.
He was not. He napped and he slept 12 hours both nights.
He is quite the adaptable little dude. He proved this again when he and I went to the lake this past weekend with some friends. I will post more on that tomorrow.
When we returned home, it clicked in me that life can still be active and full of fun. We, meaning I, have made great strides in the "Life is not over and you can take a 2 year old places" category.
This is not to say he is perfect or an angel. He is not. He is 2 and as such has a 2year old's approach to everything. He can bring me to me knees in tears of frustration faster then Bruce Lee could drop kick someone.
That approach being "The world is my oyster and if you don't let me do want I want I will sit here and cry and kick my arms and legs until you do." O.k. not always,but
there are times.
He is curious, adventurous, smart, funny, outgoing and let's not forget cute. No, people will not let us forget how cute he is.
But I am getting into a "Isn't my kid fantastic?" mode and away from the "Does it get any easier?" bit.
But really, Isn't he fantastic????
Now, I can have him, the dogs, Yvan, diaper bag packed and stroller out the door lickety-split! When we went to the lake this weekend I thought I am never going to make my 2pm deadline but I was actually ready to go at 1pm.
It is getting better.
Does it get any easier?
I don't think parenting gets easier. I think the ride is just gearing up. We have just started up the first incline on the roller coaster of parenting with the teens years still ahead (Yup, thinkin' about the teen years already).
But it gets better.
Much more fun!