Back in the game.
Posted on | February 25, 2013 | 64 Comments
Oh, 15 weeks 4 days, you are officially my favorite of the days. Until tomorrow, hopefully, when 15 weeks 5 days happens. But today? Today I felt better than I have in at least 15 weeks and 4 days! It was fabulous. I’m sure it had a little to do with the fact that Harper’s illnesses are gone AND she went back to school today, giving me a little silence and alone time with an americano and a very empty Trader Joe’s. And I was surrounded by food and didn’t want to gag or curl in a ball and die. In fact I wanted one or two of everything! Tabouli! Garlic naan! Cookie butter! Shaved brussels spouts! All the TJ foods are belong to me.
I got dressed. I wore make-up. I walked my kid into school instead of dropping her at valet in sunglasses, sweatpants and slippers so I didn’t have to get out of the car so I could get back home and hug my toilet. If this sounds in any way dramatic, then you’ve never had morning sickness for over 2 months. And if you haven’t, I salute you and envy you. It’s lovely making a human but it sure is a lot of work there at the beginning.
In other news, H got a new bed!
She loves it, looks like the tiniest cherub in it, etc. It’s huge. She feels very special knowing she got this bed because she’s going to be a big sister and her old mattress is going to the baby (it was the crib mattress). I’m envious of her bedding, but what’s new.
Parenting as of late has been hard. I’m not sure what this phase is, this 4 years 4 months phase, but please go away. I try to remind myself that I’ve been feeling badly, and she’s been invisible sick (with no complaints I have no idea how long she’d been sick really), and she’s still only 4, but oh my lord sometimes I can’t even believe this kid. Sometimes, she is so…mean? It’s like, beyond sass. It’s intentional, and it hurts, and I try not to let it. Because she’s four. And she is just testing, and learning and growing. I just wish she’d test, learn and grow a little nicer and more respectfully. But I know better. And I realize at the end of the day that it all falls back on us, and if we are slacking, she might be slacking. So it’s time to pull up my boot straps and try harder. I have no problem admitting that I’ve been less than lately. This new energy boost gives me hope that I can get back on my parenting game asap.
So yay for trying harder, and feeling better, and cookie butter and maternity pants. Amirite?
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Mandy Reply:
February 26th, 2013 at 10:08 am
This gives me hope.
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