Today was hard. Really hard. I wanted to run away and hide with my iced coffee and bible study. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and wouldn’t change being home for anything, but wow today had me running for the hills.

I don’t know who decided two was terrible, but with all the hype on that the threenager stage hit me square in the face. Two wasn’t near as bad for us as everyone said it would be and I thought we were in the clear. Then Grady turned three a couple of months ago. I would like to find every person that warned us about terrible two’s… and slap them. I wasn’t prepared for this.

I know I am being a bit dramatic, and today was just particularly rough and exhausting and got me down. I hate days like this because I know I always could have handled it better or done something different. I decided that if I was going to put our lives out there and start a blog, I was going to be transparent. I never want anyone to look at our lives and think we have it all together, because we don’t. I want people to see the real us because it is so easy to look perfect on social media. And that’s when comparisons start, and that’s not good for anybody.