Sorry I’ve been MIA the past few weeks. Spring Break was a great excuse to take a break from Yoga Buds classes, to take a break from the blog, and to take a break to Puerto Rico. Upon my return to work last week, I was greeted by teething-tortured twins, and promptly started planning my escape back to Rincón. I’ve never seen a rabid raccoon firsthand, but I imagine it closely resembles a teething baby.
In addition to gaining new pearly whites while I was away, the twins had started to rebel against their afternoon nap. I basically felt ambushed by sleepy, angry, tiny humans, and to top it off, my car got a flat tire and my lip broke out in cold sores. When it rains, it pours. Right before I booked my one-way flight back to paradise, I came across an Instagram post by @karlareed that helped put things in perspective.
In regards to raising her three children, she wrote, “I’m realizing how at their most difficult it’s almost always a cry for help and a desperate need for connection. I can’t always give them everything they want or even make life easier for them in some ways, but I can enter into their worlds and tell them that they matter and the things they love matter. And that’s how we’ll get through the tough times.” I immediately wanted to give Karla a hug for the pep talk and give the twins hugs for dismissing their misery and wanting to escape them. I can’t help the fact they’re teething (other than with some Motrin), but I can comfort them while they fuss and gnaw on everything… Because times may get tough, but the storm always passes.
P.S. I was able to bump their nap back an hour and they slept two and a half hours every day this week! I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.