Day 10: Pressure

I wish I could write more often, but with the full time job I have while being a mom and finishing my home to move into this weekend (YAY!) I have WAY too much stuff to be doing at all times.

So today, I thought I would talk about stress.

My little family unit has been through a lot lately. In the past 2 1/2  years, we have went through an unplanned pregnancy, living in my parents home for 9 more months with a newborn, moving out and going basically broke while living on one income, then doing a complete 360 and becoming debt free AND getting a house out of the deal while spending every dollar we had to fix it BUT at least I don't owe a penny to anything or anyone.

Wow, way too long of a sentence.

Anyways, a relationship can take a lot of tolls during stressful times like these. I haven't spent more than an hour with my boyfriend in the past 5 months and its tough. We see each other at night after our daughter goes to bed, and try to talk or watch a movie together and that's only IF she falls asleep before we do, which of course isn't every night. We are finally moving in this weekend, so this will be the most stressful week of all. I still don't have a working bathroom in my house! But that's what happens sometimes when you completely gut a home and start over. I have faith that it will be done, and I know it will. Money and time cause stress; always making sure we have enough money to fix the house and making sure we have the time to get it done.

I used to question if I was in the right relationship, even after my daughter was born. I questioned whether we were meant to be, or if we were just staying together for the sake of her. I will admit, over the course of this whole project never mind raising a daughter, I think we are meant to be together. Through all the arguing, the tears, the fights, and all the love we share in between, it has helped me realize that he is the one for me.

We have both made plenty of mistakes, and maybe said some things we shouldn't have said, but we are each others best friends...maybe even soul mates. Its funny, when I think about when I first met him...it was different. I was only 15 years old, and I always thought it was just some crush I had on him but it was something more than that. He knew it too, but we didn't fully realize it until a year later when we finally got together in a serious relationship. I will save that story for another blog post.

I feel grateful that I have found this special person at such a young age. I am only 22 years old and I feel like I have lived the life already of someone much older. I feel like my experiences so far in life have given me so much knowledge, and appreciation for what I have and what I will be dealing with for the many years to come.