The playground and a clean bedroom have been our two lifesavers in these early days. One for them and one for us.
The playground is their happy place. I’m not sure they knew what to do there until we showed them, and they’ve warmed up to it quickly. They have a lot of big needs to get energy out. Lots of climbing and hanging from things and running and going down the slide over and over again. They feel safe at the playground, especially after we’ve been there for a little while. They run off and check in. We sit back and then get up and engage. There are no issues of sharing at the playground and nothing to be thrown. We relax and give affirming touches and make good eye contact and laugh. We go at least once a day, and it’s usually the most peaceful part of our day.
Dan and I made a decision to keep our bedroom clean and relaxing, and I’m so glad. I’ve kept fresh flowers in there, and I’ve moved the kid junk out over and over again. Our house looks like it’s been overrun by frat boys in lots of other areas. Handles broken off drawers, shoes in the strangest places, spilled marinara sauce on the rug, and dried up baby wipes under the couch. We need a space to go to alone to take deep breaths and to sleep well in at night, and this is it. We’re under a lot of stress right now — I think that’s obvious — and we don’t always do well under stress. I, especially, get extra irritated by messes if I’m stressed out. So this clean bedroom thing — consistently clean for the first time in a long time — is the sweetest sight.
(These were moved from the entryway to our bedroom before being destroyed!)