So it’s Tuesday, and I’ve the had worst mothering day in a long time followed by one of the best. I love the saying, “the days are long but the years are short” when it comes to raising children but it turns out the long days are much better when you toss out the to-do lists and content yourself to spend the whole day playing on the floor. I have to remind myself that taking care of him is a full time job, and that if the house doesn’t get clean but he’s happy and engaged, it’s okay. I also have to remind myself that if I’m not holding him every second he wants me to be, he is still okay (even if he sounds like the world is ending). Because sometimes I have to do outrageous things like go to the bathroom.
You know what’s also okay? Amazing maternity jeans. I got another box from thredUP last week and these olive maternity pants are the most comfortable in my closet at the moment. I didn’t even know this brand made maternity jeans but they’re almost as great as 50 degree weather in February.
P.S. A funny anecdote worth recording – we have the balloons from our gender reveal in the living room and while he was playing with them on Monday one got loose and floated to the ceiling (which are vaulted in the living room). Today he just pointed at that lost balloon and talked about it often, but on Monday it was a travesty. I think we can chalk up a solid 6 minutes of tears to that lost balloon (never mind the fact that there were 4 balloons still within arms reach for him to play with). 6 minutes. His hours of giggling today made up for it.