Parenting is hard sometimes.
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Today was my first solo drop off.
M had to go into work today, so he helped as much as he could before leaving, but then I was on my own. So, naturally, all the things that could complicate the morning happened all at once. My late night storm watching two nights ago left me totally exhausted last night. By the time I got W to sleep I was a bit of a zombie, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I decided just to make lunches in the morning, because, you know, that’s never a bad idea. I set my alarm for 6:30, planning to get up before everyone and shower early, because I think…
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I can’t believe it’s the end of August.
I was reflecting on our summer the other day as I scrolled social media and saw photos of families on trips or at Wonderland or at Water Parks or other really good adventures. It all looked amazing. …and then I started to feel bad. We didn’t do any big trips this summer. In fact, it’s been pretty low key. I began to feel guilty that I hadn’t tried to do “more” with the kids. Yes, we have a new baby, but other people take their babies to these places… should I have tried harder? Then I saw this photo that M snapped the other night. It’s just a bunch of…
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He Finally Sleeps.
I come with a message of hope. This is P. This morning I *dragged* him out of bed at 9:30am. He definitely would have slept longer, but he had already been out for 12 hours and I want him to go to bed on time tonight. For anyone who is fairly new here, you might be wondering why a kid sleeping in a bunk bed is newsworthy, but, oh, seeing *this kid* sleep is still a big thing for me. You see, P is my third child. I already kind of had my hands full with a four year old and two year old when he was born, but I…
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I was not a great mom today.
I was up most of the night with W, and spent most of my day here, holding a fussy baby who would not nap for more than 30 minutes at a time. I was beyond exhausted, and I swear the big kids were operating at their loudest levels possible in every game they played today. The bickering felt never ending and if W wasn’t crying, someone else definitely was. (Myself included.) The kids had a lot of screen time today. Pretty sure they ate a lot of sugar too. And I definitely yelled a lot more than I like to. By 7:30pm I was just… done. I put them all…
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You’re Doing It Right*
To everyone who shared their stories about their babies with me last night– thank you. It helped. It’s frustrating, you know? It feels a little unfair. You do all the things you’re “supposed” to do, but still… Your baby is too small? You’re doing it wrong.Your baby is too big? You’re doing it wrong.Your baby doesn’t sleep? You’re doing it wrong.Your baby sleeps too much? You’re doing it wrong.Your baby is fussy? You’re doing it wrong.Your baby wants to be held? You’re doing it wrong. Your baby is different from this impossible standard to which we must all strive to achieve? You’re. doing. it. wrong. Except… Radical thought here. What…