Kyle and I have been working hard at this for just over two months now. Getting the kids used to the idea that mommy wouldn't be home all the time anymore was actually the easy part. Kyle and I both thought it would take at least a week before the kids leveled out. But they both surprised us and didn't really seem to notice. They still got to eat pizza and play outside. They're good.
What Kyle and I have been struggling with, is the change of roles between the two of us. Finding that happy balance where we are both getting what we want and need is turning out to the surprisingly messy. We are having to learn to compromise on a lot of big things.
Now that he's a stay-at-home dad, I don't feel like he's getting as many breaks or as good of breaks as I did when I was a stay-at-home mom. He's with the kids for much longer than I ever was on a more consistent basis. I'm glad that he's able to do that (I'm actually crazy jealous about that). But nap-time doesn't count as a good break. That's a necessary one. And in my mind, going on a date with me isn't the same either. Everyone needs alone time to recombobulate.
We are slowly but surely stumbling our way through this transition phase. Everyday gets a little bit better and a little easier to wade through. I know we are getting there. But I'm a super impatient person. Actually, Kyle and I both are (which explains why Chase can't wait for me to finish peeing before he starts demanding juice). So this period of crazy limbo is frustrating to both of us.
One thing that this has helped without a doubt is our ability to communicate. I've always been able to communicate. Whether or not is was done well or with grace is totally up for debate (and I'm sure some of my family would happily yell NOPE! for you if you ask). But all of this is forcing us to learn to communicate better with each other. Seriously ladies, this man is willingly TALKING to me! Crazy!
Everyday I'm thankful that I'm going through all of this with Kyle. He hates parts of this journey because it's unfamiliar territory (emotions, feelings, screaming children, etc.) and it can be really daunting. I'm feeling pretty small too. Lots of things are going on at work constantly and I'm still trying to learn everything. Throw in still trying to figure out this whole wife and mother shindig and you've got one confused chicka (and yet another reason I am so thrilled to have my meds).
It's going to keep getting better. Kyle, the kids, and I will at some point figure all this out. Our family will at some point level all out. But in the meantime, who doesn't love a good see-saw?