I Only Have Two Kids

This is what I say to myself constantly when I feel an all-consuming overwhelmed, "I'm gonna fake my death and start a new life in a tiny home in the mountains," epic meltdown coming on. I've only got two. A lot of people have two to three times that amount, so why am I close to losing it all the time? So I came up with a list of ways to help me overcome epic meltdown status. Mr. Bish says I need more practice, but I'm starting to think he's just sensitive. Have I mentioned how awesome his absence from Facebook has been? I can say whatever I want! (JK)


  • I can't see the intimate details of the lives of others.
    • Just because someone is doing GREAT on social media (myself included) doesn't mean they don't have trials and tribulations. It doesn't mean that life isn't hard. It doesn't mean they're not losing it, too. I just can't see it and honestly it's none of my business. Self evaluate and move on, Kara. 
  • They make the choice to be happy.
    • Sure, life can sometimes really stink. And, yes, kids are difficult and irritating more often than not. "Good" days can be few and far between, however, your attitude can make even the toughest days more bearable. If I choose to be happy and have joy and embrace the day every morning before my feet even hit the floor, won't that change my perception of the day itself? When Toddler Bish decides to put everything he owns in the fishbowl because he likes how it sounds when it hits the water, I can erupt or think how unfair and hard my life is, or I can realize how cute it is, be grateful the fish didn't die when he decided to put essential oil in there, and just be grateful I've got Toddler Bish and that he's happy, healthy and safe (sometimes in spite of my efforts). When Baby Bish decides that she needs to be held all day long and not nap, I can be irritated by having to rock her (it's seriously like trying to cuddle an angry alligator - kid has zero cuddling ability) or I can realize that in 15 years, I'm going to be so happy that I held her when she wanted me to. (Big picture Kara, big picture.)
  • It could be worse.
    • I don't have crazy family drama. I don't have sick kids. I don't have huge financial stress. I don't suffer persecution. I'm not a single parent. I've got a husband that loves me huge (even though sometimes I'm pretty sure he's re-evaluating his decision to marry me). My biggest problem currently is a potty-trained toddler in the middle of a regression. That's not bad considering some of the things my friends and family go through. I'm not struggling. I need to get off the pouty bus and realize how good I've got it. 
  • God is in control.
    • I can work and work and work and make a ton of money and be comfortable or I can eat spam for the rest of my life, but one thing remains constant. God is in control. I serve Him. I can't take any of it with me when I die. I spend countless hours agonizing over tiny details of my life that aren't going to mean jack in the end. I'll be a lot happier if I serve others and serve Him. If I focus on the eternal destination rather than the earthly one.
  • I'm still going to lose it.
    • I have always had a short fuse. I'm working on it and it's getting better, but old habits die hard. I'm trying and that's what I need to remember when I fail. Because failure is part of learning and improving. Thinking I've got to be perfect 100 percent of the time, will cause me to give up on even trying once I do initially slip up. Striving, trying, pressing on, moving forward, never stagnant, never content with the status quo, never resigned to a particular fate is what is going to help me pull through. And giving myself grace because my kid just took a million thank you notes I'd written and threw them everywhere and tore some up while I wrote this. Bless the pygmies. 
Hopefully this is helpful to someone and I'd love feedback for those who have tips on how to remain calm with the chaos that exists when you harbor a three-year-old boy.