When my kids were younger, I remember thinking how much easier things would be when they got past the baby/toddler stage. Now that they are 9 and 6, I'm greatly relieved to have made it through the years of sleep deprivation, tantrums, and potty training -- but while the physical job of caring for them has eased, I'm discovering that our lives are actually growing more hectic day by day.
I've always said that babies should come with their own "It gets better" campaign, but in terms of creating scheduling headaches and the sensation of being overwhelmed at all times, it turns out that kids only get worse as they get older. Hello, I feel like I should have been warned about this! The system's broken! I mean, come on, I'm getting older too! Yeats must have been thinking about motherhood when he wrote, "Turning and turning in the widening gyre; (...) Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold."