Do you need a mid-week pick me up? This week I have felt behind, tired and a bit like I am in slow motion. As moms, sometimes that is just how it goes. We have our ups and downs just like everyone else. Only now, instead of riding it out doing as little as possible in my cubicle (guilty), I have 2 little needy mouths to feed, wipe, entertain etc.
So if you are lucky enough to have a few minutes to yourself at nap time, I hope you can take a minute to check out these posts to give you a little boost and hopefully carry you through to the weekend. We are half-way there!
***photo courtesy of Mister-E
She doesn’t exist, I promise. She’s a UHO – MamaDweeb
I call her a UHO. Unproven Housekeeping Object. She arises before dawn, dresses beautifully, complete with makeup and pressed clothes – even accessories. Joyfully she glances at her perfectly organized meal plan and begins working on breakfast for her family…..
The Toilet Paper Analogy – Crazy Adventures in Parenting
Sometimes I am angry (if I’ve asked them nicely the right way and ended up ignored). And I do, definitely, lose my parental cool about laundry not making it in the hamper which is Only!Two!Feet!Away!From!The!Bathroom!…
I am a Pusher – The Morris Bunch Blog
We are pushers when it comes to our children. The problem is that we stop becoming pushers when it comes to our own needs.
When do you know you are a good Mom? – Look Who Found the Marbles
The vast majority of us feel pressure to be fabulous parents, either pressure from our schools, from our doctors, from the “experts,” from other moms or the ever so effective self-imposed pressure.
My thoughts on being a new Mother – A Parenting Production
Becoming a mother is beautiful and magical and all the words that you hear about so often. But it is also messy, ugly and sometimes downright torture. And I feel ok saying that. I wish more people would.
Each of these posts speaks a truth that I think we all need to hear from time to time. In fact, just in putting this post together I feel totally encouraged and reminded that I am not alone! That no matter how many times I am spit up on and kicked during a diaper change, no matter what time of day or night I am feeding the baby (again!), somewhere some mother is going through the exact same thing.
The days are long but the years are short.