It's a quiet evening here and I finally have a moment to myself.
Here is a moment of truth dear friends. This week has been kinda hard. Not the end of the world type of hard and nothing that won't pass...but just kinda hard. A hard "mamma week".
I've been tired lately. Very very tired. Im not sure if it has to do with the fact that I am growing a human being inside of me or that I have caught Noah's cold, but none the less, I've been dragging myself around, just willing for the days to pass.
On top of being tired, my sweet little almost 2 year old has been quite the opposite of tired, he has been active. Oh so very active. He's been so active that if I turn my back for one second or take my eyes off of him just once, then inevitably I have a huge mess on my hands. On Sunday he dumped an entire full bottle of calamine lotion all over himself, the couch and the carpet. Oh and we had 10 mins before we had to get out the door to go to church. It was a mess and I was ready to throw in the towel for that day, at 9:45am!
The days have been long lately. Winslow has picked up some overtime shifts so that we can afford our summer vacation which in fact is happening in September. (More on that later. I am so so excited for it.) And I feel like I've just been doing "crowd control" in regards to Noah and my own life. Are we all fed? Are we all somewhat clean? Are we tired? Have we had enough outdoor play? I feel like I'm just keeping up with Noah somedays, just steps behind him.
Sorry for all this honesty and stuff my friends. I'm not looking for sympathy or anything of the like. I think I just needed to get it all down and have it come off my heart...you know?
The good news is that Winslow heard the desperation in my voice today and took Noah off my hands for the entire morning. They went out for breakfast, just the two of them, then to the park and then to the hardware store. I got to sleep in, talk on the phone (uninterrupted) with my mom (always a nice thing) and drink my decaf coffee on the back porch in peace. Lovely.
It left me feeling refreshed and ready to take on the rest of the day and it was needed. Very much needed.
I'm going to leave you with photos of Noah sitting in a sunny spot on the floor. He scoped it out first thing in the morning and sat there in the warm sun for a good 10 minutes. How sweet is that?
Hope you are well dear friends. xox
You're not alone in any of this and I hope tomorrow will be an easier, more restful day. :)
ReplyDeleteMy dearest Johanna. My childhood friend. Never, ever apologize for being real. xoxoxo
ReplyDelete<3 thank you Lisa. xoxo love you!
ReplyDeleteI find that there is a real ebb and flow to motherhood. Some days I feel as though I'm going to lose my mind, tear my hair out, cry myself to sleep... And then the sun breaks through and things are good again.
ReplyDeleteI love that you're being real. The blogs that act as though life is all sunshine and rainbows all the time? I don't have much time for them.
hopefully winslow can make that a weekly ritual? and i hope you know you are doing a great job. love you... xoxo
ReplyDeleteOh, those preggo days are tiring indeed. Glad you're hubby took sweet Noah for a bit. Wishing you rest!
ReplyDeleteI hope things have since gotten a bit easier. I feel for you. It's hard to be tired, yet still have to engage a tiny one and clean up the messes.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you.