I’m missing my other half a lot today. I wish he were here. I wish these weeks would go by faster. But faster weeks mean another week closer and my little dude will be one year. And hubby will be gone over the little man’s first birthday. Sometimes it gets to me. There are days when I don’t want to be an adult. I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning but I had no choice. I was fast asleep. And then there were little hands slapping my face, pulling my hair, and pinching my nose. I open one eye and then the other and I see the happiest, roundest, chubbiest face with the biggest smile. God knows why babies are so freaking adorable. I couldn’t mom-up most days if my kid weren’t so darn cute!
We finally broke two teeth! The constant cries, the fussiness, and the drool has stopped for a little while and gosh, it feels so good. I don’t have to stick teething gel in my pocket everywhere I go and I don’t have to offer something hard, cold, or rubbery to him anymore either. The kiddo is growing up and mama is getting a few more z’s.
THANK GOD.
Oh and we’re also over jet leg and he’s back on his normal routine: two naps during the day, bath time by 8:30 and in bed by 9:15. Perfect. Bad news, we’re heading back home at the beginning of next week and we’ll be thrown out of the schedule for a few more days again. Mom life, it’s tough guys.
Somedays throwing the towel sounds like a great idea. Of course it would never happen. I love my baby way too much. But the moments when I don’t even get a chance to load the dishes in the dishwasher, or switch the laundry over to the dryer, or freaking pee, I feel extremely exhausted, wasted, and done. I thought college was tough. I had many all-nighters and sometimes didn’t take my makeup off for a whole day. But little did I know that there would be rougher mom moments. You know. The kind where you finally get a chance to take a shower and put clean clothes on but then mashed bananas end up on your shoulder or boogies are all over your pant leg.
But you know what? It’s all worth it. Because getting to wake up to a smiley, chubby round face in the morning warms my heart with all the sunshine the sun could possible give. And the love I have for this human being is unbelievable, something I didn’t even know could happen. Thank you Jesus for my buddy. I can’t and don’t even want to imagine life without him anymore.
And that my friends is when the mom life gets to me. Because I truly, truly, and dearly with all my heart love it to the upmost mostest (I know, not a real word but who gives a crap). Mom life isn’t always perfect either.
