Is the Doctor in?
My husband posed the following question to me this morning at 7:30 am, after one of my moments of feeling overwhelmed; do you think you need to see someone to talk about this, like a professional?
This question and others have been resonating in my mind all morning. Do I need to seek professional help? Talk with someone besides the internet and my husband about my problems? What are my problems? Do other mothers, fathers, people feel overwhelmed? Like you just can’t get it all done? And then, struggle to find time for everything else (husband, yourself, extra of anything) and if or when you can’t find the time, find yourself getting mad, frustrated, yet I say it again…overwhelmed. Do I need a little pill to help with that?
I have come to the conclusion that no one ever said life was going to be easy. No one ever told me raising three happy, healthy, reasonably well adjusted kids was going to be a cake walk. In fact, there are moments in my day where it is much harder than I ever thought humanly possible. Do I get pushed to the brink? Yes, sometimes. Do I feel overwhelmed? Yes, sometimes. What does that really mean? It means I can’t get everything done that I want to. There in lies the problem. I want it all and I want it all perfect! I want my house clean. I want my kids to behave, not to fight and listen all the time. I want time with friends. I want time alone with my husband where we can actually connect. I want free time for myself, without guilt. Could I ever have this with three kids under the age of five? I don’t know.
What I do know is that I need to prioritize what is really important in my life and cut myself some slack for not being perfect. Today my family comes first and the fucking floors can stand in line and I need to learn be ok with that.
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Coooookieeee
I was wiping down PJ’s chair after lunch yesterday. I couldn’t figure out what she had left on it. It looked like crumples of cookies, which of course made me want a cookie, but I hadn’t given her a cookie so I couldn’t figure out what it was. So, I simply wiped it, smelled it (because I am not against eating my kids left over crumbs) and quickly came to realize it was poop encrusted cat litter crumbles. Mmmmmmmmm, thanks Art.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Word of the day for May 3
Glower: to look or stare with sullen annoyance or anger
Oh yeah…all good parents have one of these looks: the look that will stop your kid in their tracks. My only problem is that when my husband is in the room, and I happen to glance over at him while I am glowering (is that a word?), I start to laugh.
Do you glower?
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Oh sweet baby girl. I can’t believe you are three today. It just seemed like yesterday that you shot yourself into this world.
It was a Tuesday. I decided when I awoke I wanted to take the day off from work. I figured I didn’t have much time left and I wanted to treat myself to a free day. My thoughts were that I could drop CT off at daycare, head to the gym for a while and then come home and just relax.
I called and left a message at work saying I wasn’t feeling great and was going to stay home, but not to worry because I wasn’t in labor, I just didn’t feel quite right. Which was a bit of a fib, I really just wanted the day off.
So I packed up CT and my gym bag, kissed Adam goodbye and headed off to start my free day. About half way to Auntie Erin’s house (Erin watched CT back in the days when I worked outside the home) I looked in the rearview mirror at CT and he was breathing in and out heavily. I said, “Clyde, what are you doing?” He responded, “Mama, I’m just doing what you’re doing.”
By the time I got to Erin’s house, which is about a twenty minute drive, my contractions were seven minutes apart. I was in complete denial that labor had actually started and was still hopeful to make it to the gym. A few contractions later I decided I best head for home.
I called Sara, our backyard neighbor at the time who was acting as our doula at your birth, to let her know what was going on. Thank god she had the sense to have me get my things together and drive me to the hospital. You were born two hours later and your father just made it to our bedside with only moments to spare.
You, my little pink loving puff, are an amazing girl. You have fight. You have spirit. You have humor in spades. You have tenderness, but one must be patient to see it and watch closely or you’ll miss it. And when you are the lucky recipient of your affection, it is truly a special gift.
I love you, I love you, I love you my sweet.
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It is 5:30 am. We have been up since 3:00 and I think I have slept less this weekend then all my weekends with any one of my three children as newborns.
As a matter of fact, I think I’m still drunk. Adam just looked over at me and asked if I wanted to join the Mile High Club. I think he’s still drunk too. Yes, I am sitting on a plane heading back to Minneapolis. Oh, and the answer to Adam’s question, hmmm, I’ll just have to think about that for a little while, NOT.
The Boston wedding weekend was fabulous. From High Tea at the Four Seasons on Friday, to the USS Constitution Museum on Saturday, then off to the church on Sunday for a beautiful wedding, a tour of Boston in the Bustonian, equipped with plenty of drinks and complete with brass pole running from floor to ceiling, and lastly off to an award winning meal at L’Espalier to conclude what was a spectacular event in every way.
Anne Marie and Joe I wish you nothing but the best as you embark on your new life together. Thank you both for letting us be a part it.
