I'e been meaning to jot down a note or two here, but I've been caught up on this whirlwind that is life and I can't seem to find the time. Or energy. Or motivation. First I was sick with the bug that's been going around, which left me feeling like I'd been jumped in a dark alley or hit by a bus...or both. But as my mom not-so-sympathetically declared, "There are no sick days for moms." And boy was she right. I slept when Becca slept, went to bed as soon as I felt things were under control in the evenings, but other than that, I just had to rough it out.
Then The Banker fell ill over the weekend (if you want to see what THAT was like, see "Man Cold" on YouTube. SO ACCURATE.), so I had less than the usual amount of help around the house. (While he didn't take any "sick days" from work, The Banker did get loads of naps during the weekend. Apparently, sometimes dads do get to take sick days...sort of.)
This week has already started to get away from me--freelance dangerously piling up, book club book to be read, and yes, still hoping to get Becca's memory book started before her first birthday, which is just around the corner. And why did the dogs decide NOW was the best time to start molting and leaving clumps of fur all over my formerly clean home? Let's not even mention my gym membership that expires in a week. I'm not sure I even remember the route to take to that mystical place called "the gym."
And last night Becca screamed from 3 a.m. to 5:30 a.m. This morning, she's got the worst runny nose and keeps sneezing. So it's off to the pediatrician's, but not before I stop by the Alzheimer's unit to try and feed my grandmother some lunch because my parents are out of town. And then tonight? The Banker has a work event I must attend looking properly groomed and smiling...on three hour's sleep.
Okay...back to eating bon-bons and sitting on the couch.
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Just a note from the peanut gallery. You can do it! You're doing great! Every once in while, stop and kiss the baby (and the husband).
Takeit from a Dad, Moms are over-worked, under-appreciated, drooled on, spat upon, and treated contemptuously (at super markets, on roadways, in restaurants, airports, etc...) by the very society that they have sacrificed so much to propogate.
But in all of this - you are glorious! You are the heroines of our times. You are the heartbeat of our lives and the keepers of our futures.
And I for one thank you. Don;t let ANYONE steal your joy. You hve a right to it. Laugh and be happy - you are the best. We'd all be nowhere without you.
Motherhood is the MOST VALUABLE, highest, most important vocation in the world. The rest of us just try to keep the world spinning - mothers keep it alive!!!
You rock.
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