Archive for : October, 2016
See what I did there?
#punsfordays #iampunny #puntastic
But seriously, I get cheesier as the fatigue thickens. Pretty sure we’re currently at a solid 8.5 outta 10.
Shop here – my birthday is coming up! ;)
You know you’re Tired As A Mother when…
…you have bags under your eyes for days, give up alcoholic bevs for
a month 25 days, but those bags still do not give up on you. Loyal, eye bags. VERY loyal.
…your eyes refuse your contacts, because, no. No entry, si vous plait. Merci beaucoup.
…you get on your “cozies” the second you get home from work and watch the clock for
the kids’ bedtime your bedtime the family’s collective bedtime. But seriously, we ALWAYS get out of our real clothes immediately after arriving home. Does anyone stay “dressed” at home?! If so, WHY?
…your husband was away for 3 nights and you ended up at urgent care (thank the good Lord for my parents!!!).
…you end up fighting an infection with no fight in ya.
…your 9-month-old got wind of “sleep regression” and decided to take it for a spin for approximately 2-3 weeks straight. #zombiestatus
…even thinking about your sweet baby’s upcoming surgery knocks the wind out of you and darkens those bags a shade or 10.
…you wash your hair twice a week, because DRY HAIR + PONYTAILS = THE ANSWER, ALWAYS.
…you fall asleep during a Giants game (but find out in the morning, it was probably better off that way)
Saw this on the Book of Faces yesterday:
Who else is Tired As A Mother?!
MOMMY MOMENT MONDAY
When your 4-year old insists on flipping your Halloween bat decorations upside down…
“Because that is how they sleep!”
It drives me batty (ha!), but who can say “no” to this sweet little face?
What’s your Mommy Moment today?
From today’s BabyCenter email (Your 9-month-old: Week 3)…
And they’re just assuming I have one little one? Mix in the preschooler and you’ve got no shot keeping up.
No truer advice has ever been spoken. When in doubt, LOWER YOUR STANDARDS.
Words to live by, people.
Life is freaking busy.
Mom-ing, wife-ing, working…Boom. A new month. Bam. And another. SO MUCH JOY, but no time for anything extra. No time for me.
SO MUCH JOY, but no time for anything extra. No time for me.
We struggle to get all of the necessities taken care of around here – not for lack of trying but for lack of time. Time sure has gotten away from me and truth be told…
I am in serious me-time debt.
Sure, I catch a Real Housewives here and there while I’m doing laundry or dishes but THAT, my friends, is the extent of my me-time. I have little that is just mine these days and pumping for 2 hours a day definitely does not count. (Um yup, exclusively pumping. A topic for another day!)
Writing is my best medicine. Committing to 31 days of writing is my gift to me for my birthday month of October. My gift: your curse? Ha! Let’s decide together.
Please don’t confuse my need for something that’s mine as ungratefulness, because LAWD, I am very well aware of my blessings. I thank my lucky stars every day for my serious blessings…and BOY, do I have them!
But at the end of the day, a healthy and fulfilled ME results in reaching new heights as a Mama and wife. And I could always do better so everyone wins, right?
Call it a 31-day challenge. Therapy. Life documentation. Torture. Whatevs. Call it anything but impossible.
So JOIN ME, for a busy month of a-blog-a-day. A month including a surgery, a birthday, Halloween, Mommy Moment Mondays, a family visit (or 2), growing boys, a family trip to the mountains, confessions, and I’m sure some mishaps of epic proportions, because #parenthood.
I got this, right?!