You know you need a break when you have this text conversation with the babysitter:
Me: Can you babysit?
Me: Anytime. I will work around you.
Me: I will pay you double if you come today.
Wisdom I heard this week from another mom:
Your family is never going to say to you, "Oh you've done so much. All that laundry. Sweeping those floors. Washing those windows. Why don't you take a break? Take some time to yourself." No. They will take and take and take. It is your job to know when you need a break and to make time for yourself.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
We wonder out loud to each other as we crash into bed at night: How will we do this when I go back to work? How will we get everything done? Where will we find moments of peace? Will it be a dreaded hamster wheel with too many moving parts? What will happen when both boys get sick for the first time?
Desmond turned three months old yesterday. He has started to laugh and my goal each morning is to get a good chuckle out of him. He is chunky and smooth and perfectly wonderful. Truman has gone back to preschool and I think he is happy there. I am not totally sure and that always weighs heavy on my heart. No knowing. Trying to talk to him about it and asking too many questions so he clams up. Wondering if he feels included and loved. Wondering if I am a worry wart. That is all for now.