Well we're now officially starting our third week with the new guy: lately I'm calling him Hudson Blue (because of his eyes).. or Sir.Poops.A Lot...
We're still in a fog around the nest here, and whether or not this is a current moment of clarity, I thought I'd post some recent confessions/thoughts:
First, an update: I haven't had gall bladder surgery as of yet...but am now booked to see my family Doctor tomorrow and figure out the next step.
I confess that most days right now feel like 'motherhood in the trenches'.*
I want to savour these precious moments.. but it feels more like I am enduring them.*
I breathe a gasp of relief when I see my Ben arrive home from work each day.*
Though I feel like Eeyore for Ben after a day spent with the milk-piglet and all his pooh.*
*[I know these feelings aren't permanent.. but chalk it up to sleeplessness. (If this funny blog wasn't so true... it would be more hilarious).]
Whenever I go to burp Hudson... I end up burping instead (weird, yes.).
Most mamas suffer from cabin-fever occasionally... and I'm no exception (though the home-body in me likes our cozy cave).
I kick myself now for never getting my drivers license (honestly... 31years old and never had it!).
I have the cutest kids (but I'm biased).
Azriel and I are still a hot mess most mornings, but I do sympathise for how 'neglected' she feels currently when this lil' pac-man is always feeding or pooping.. or needing attention.
I still want to capture every moment in my heart though.
The sweet. The stressful. The beauty. The mess.
These tiny tots are my tutors. my sages. they keep teaching me every day.
I'm a slow learner... but I'm trying to keep up.
Learning to be self-less.
Funny how it's only now we start to truly appreciate our own parents - and what we put them through!
Mindful mental mama,