Sometimes I forget that Paul is a baby, an eight week old baby at that. There are mornings when I get frustrated with my inability to get "anything" done, I become frustrated that my life is not as it was before where I could have a daily routine of cooking, cleaning & doing things for me. Now he is the number one in the house, my number one. So on days when he does not have a nap longer then forty minutes I have to breathe extra carefully and keep in mind that just the fact that we all got dressed, have gone for a walk and have eventually eaten means we did get things accomplished. It just may not be the laundry or an entry here. But his tummy is warm & full and he is clean and cared for, which is all that matters.
Some would eat up this opportunity to not have to be responsible in the home for a while. I suppose that I should lean a little more that way then the way I do. I am trying to work on it. Take today as an example. It is now 5pm and by the looks of things Paul has settled into a deep little slumber, one that gives me more time then just getting to go to the bathroom. I could go full on crazy and pull out the vacuum and get to the laundry and whip up dinner while I have a moment. But I am not. I am sitting down and giving myself a little down time to nerd out and have a snack. I think I deserve it.
For those of you who really know me, today could probably be labeled as one of those days where at this time Sara could be making herself a cocktail but in my latest attempt to try and put only the best things into my body to make the best milk for my little buddy I am having to settle for a caffeine free diet pepsi. Aren't you proud.
2 comments:
You deserve it (the rest, not the diet caffeine free beverage)
I am so proud of you. It's nice to hear that other mom's care for their children and yet are not child crazed lunatics who are incapable of talking about anything else. Rock on, mama!!!
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