Ever have one of those nights when you just aren’t sleeping well? We have a lot of stuff going on with us right now that I’ll share with you when its time but the situation has caused me to think a lot… and eat a lot of candy. But lets be real, there could be dishes in the sink and I think that’s an excuse to binge eat Twizzlers.

I was thinking last night that I spend a lot of time beating myself up and comparing myself to others. My sunday school teacher was right, comparison really IS the thief of joy. For instance, I love blogging. I get to write, make some jokes to someone besides Bud, and hear from some amazing people. Then I start comparing myself to other bloggers out there. “Why don’t people comment on my blog? Holy balls that person got 64 comments on her posted outfit for the weekend!! Can a sister get just 5 comments on any post?!”

Or I start thinking about other mama friends who are getting to take a lot of fun trips because their babies are super mobile and adaptable and Bud… not so much. Every time we go back to NC it means no sleep for me and Bud the entire time.

Or I start comparing myself to friends that get to go on fun long dates or nights away because they have family members near by to watch their kiddos… us, not so much. And yall- when did babysitters get so expensive?

Or don’t even get me started on the thoughts, “Oh my gosh! Her kid was crawling at 6 months and Bud is not even close! HE IS SO BEHIND!!!”

Then I woke up. I took one look at my monkey.

And took another look at my handsome man and was reminded of the joy in our family.

And I thought; screw that. My kid is my kid and is developing perfectly and praise God is healthy. If he won’t take a bottle? So what. If he hates sleeping in a pack n’ play? So what. If we have to spend the first year at home without trips away for me and Sam? So what. We’ll make up for it later. Right now, God has perfectly placed our lives together and I’m cheating the whole beauty of creation if I waste my time comparing someone else’s story with mine. Time to start living my story.