Ordinary and Wild LifeBeth Anne Ballance
Sometimes I don’t know what to write.
When I’m up to my ears in work and my toddler has spilled an entire dog bowl of water across my kitchen floors, but we have his speech therapist coming in just two hours and I have no idea what to make for dinner tonight. You know, since that whole “pink slime” thing in ground beef that has our family eating chicken every single night.) Plus the fact that my child has essentially stopped eating everything that’s not grilled cheese or fruit snacks.
So I end up feeling completely overwhelmed with a) how good my life is and b) how much crap I have on my plate between motherhood, marriage, work, blog, etc. Does anyone else feel this way?
Those days when the kid starts chirping at the “new” 6:45am, which means he’s really up at 5:45am if you ask my body and REM cycle. There are two loads of laundry waiting to be folded and a brief panic attack where I completely forgot a 10pm Tuesday night product meeting. I run to my email and PRAISE BE, it was rescheduled to a more traditional time of 11am on Friday. I pour another cup of coffee because I don’t have my nanny/sister/babysitter/whatever today and convince Harrison to play with his train table while I work on some new white pages for the campaign I’m in charge of.
Did I mention that my kid is running around in nothing but his diaper and a pair of socks?
Toddlerhood is really my jam as a parent. I LOVE toddlerhood even more than the snuggly infant stage, but darn if it isn’t enough to make me collapse by the end of the day!
It’s just that sometimes I don’t know what to write other than life and I wonder if life, plain old wild and crazy, is the entire purpose of it all. I worry that I don’t do enough “Top 10 Cutest Train Tables” or educational pieces on here, but frankly, I am running out of research time and sometimes I think there should be more “Hey, momma. I know how you feel” on the internet.
Oh, man. My kid just dumped an entire packet of crackers on the couch…