I Mean, It's ONLY One More Kid, Right?Roni
Yesterday was rough and I’m still trying to figure out why.
It wasn’t that different than any other day. Little Bean is taking it easy on me in the nursing department by following his 3 AM and 6 AM schedule. The 5 year-old, although pig headed and stubborn, is a good kid. He’s independent and is able to do most things on his own. I work for myself, love what I do and set my own schedule. Even the husband has been stepping up in the housecleaning department handling most of the laundry this weekend.
Yet, by the end of the day I’m FRAZZLED.
Last night after both kid’s bath and bed routine I headed downstairs to my mess of a house–seriously, we just can’t stay ahead of the mess. The house is a disaster but that’s a whole other story.
Anyway, I collapse on the couch and felt something poke me in the side.
I reached around and found it.
It’s attached to my shirt.
What is this?
Ohhh it’s the tag.
Yeah. The tag.
For some reason this was the icing on top of my crappy day. I wonder how many people noticed the frazzled, stressed out Mom with two kids….
Just look at her. Poor thing even forgot to remove the tag from her shirt. Pity. I bet she used to have it all together. Now she’s just trying to get through the day with a $7 stretched out t-shirt she bought on clearance.
I joke, but seriously, it IS only one more kid, right? Yet the work and stress seems to be exponentially multiplied.
That being said.. I know it’s all worth it. just LOOK at these two. They literally melt my heart.
I’ll find my groove sooner or later. In the meantime I’m trying to take the messy house and random clothing tags all in stride.
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