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I am not a “fun mom”.
I have a few good ideas now and again, but I’m not always great at letting loose and just being spontaneous. I like to have fun, but it’s usually planned… I am someone who likes structure and routine. It’s how I survive life with four kids. It’s just who I am, and I’m okay with that. ❤️ I also grew up in a family that takes pride in doing things well. We had a lot of fun as kids, but we also had responsibilities and chores, and my parents had reasonable expectations for us and of us. My grandfather’s motto was, “if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing…
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A little bit of advice.
“Enjoy every minute. It all goes so fast.” I think this is one of the hardest things to hear as a parent, particularly in the early days. You know the days I mean: the ones that feel never ending and the lack of sleep makes 60 minutes in each hour feel more like 6 million. If I had a nickel for every time some well meaning person offered this sage advice to me as I was out juggling a newborn + kids + whatever errand I was attempting at the time, I’d be a rich woman. Those words often induced so much guilt for me. I love being a mom.…
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Reason #18262 I love living in a small town:
I am almost out of groceries. I meant to put in a grocery order to pick up last night, but I was exhausted and didn’t get it done. There’s a grocery store a short walk from the kids’ school, so I decided that I’d just pop in after dropping them off this morning to grab some essentials. It’s a gorgeous fall day, so after our shop, W fell asleep in the stroller and I just meandered down a few streets on the way home. On one street, I could see an elderly woman walking on the sidewalk towards me. She stepped off onto a driveway so there would be room…
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Poop Happens.
To the woman who gave me a dirty look for changing my son’s diaper in the grocery store parking lot this morning: I’m sure that seeing a poop-covered bum wasn’t on your grocery list this morning. I’m sorry about that. We had just finished our shopping and my son was crying and I thought he wanted to be fed… but I discovered the source of his discomfort as soon as I lifted him out of the seat. You’re right, I could have gone back into the store to try and change him there, but he was upset and the parking lot wasn’t busy, and changing him on the front seat…
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More Than Just Black Pants*
Today I closed this lid for the last time. I’ve been in and out of this tote since I started showing, almost exactly a year ago today. This weekend I cleaned out and purged my closet, ready to pull put most of my “regular clothes” as I packed away the last of my maternity ones. I found one rogue top today, and tucked it into the bin before sealing the top. It felt really exciting. It felt good. …but it also made me take pause, and brought back a rush of memories. The last time I had to put these clothes away, it wasn’t because I wanted to. It was…
