I'm beginning to accept that:

I won't be getting any real quality sleep for a very, very long time.

The world doesn't even come close to revolving around me anymore.

Josh and I probably won't have a vacation alone together for at least a few years.

A routine sucks, and sometimes you have to be creative and mix it up.

The three P's - puke, poop and pee - are something that I will be cleaning up for a long time to come.

There will always be dirty dishes and laundry.

But, most importantly, I'm beginning to accept that:

I like things this way (well, most of the time).

I would not have it any other way.