I love, love, love being a Mom. I really do feel fulfilled with my daily activities. It took me awhile to see the real worth of what I do every day, but once I understood, I no longer felt the need to work outside the home. (At this point in my life, anyway. I have every intention of continuing my education and working in the not-to-distant future.) I’m just grateful that we live in a place and that John has a job that gives me the chance to stay home. I realize that many moms simply don’t have a choice.
That said, the last week or so has been rather difficult for me, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the emergence of my son’s GIANT personality coupled with his burgeoning curiosity (not to mention mobility). Maybe it’s the fact that I’m meant to be studying more than I find the time for, or the sad truth that I’m completely unable to get as much done around the house as I’d like to on a daily basis. All I know is that I had at least two moments this week when I wanted to throw scrambled eggs, a noisy monitor, or a baby bottle out whatever window I was closest to and just go take a long bath. I didn’t, I simply took a deep breath and go through until naptime. The weekend, especially, was very long. We ended up going to a drive in until late Friday night, and then redboxing some other movies we’ve wanted to see on Saturday, so I probably didn’t make very wise sleep choices. After waking up this morning and realizing that Camper was NOT going to take a long nap, I commissioned LaLa to spend an hour with him so that I could get a little more sleep.
Sleep helps so much. And hey, the weekend was fun.
I am amazed, daily, by how amazing my child is. He is funny, fun-loving, steady, cautious, thoughtful, a little hot-headed and very cuddly and affectionate. He is also an extremely picky eater (I know I asked for that one) and only a so-so sleeper. There are plenty of babies out there that eat and sleep like clockwork, but Camper is not that baby. I told John yesterday that I felt like all I do all day is try to take care of a being who’s job is it to make it as difficult as possible. Good thing he’s a dream in every other way imaginable, and honestly, he really is.
It’s crazy, I wait for nap time so that I can get something done, and then end up missing him and waiting for him to wake up. I think this is one of the hardest “jobs” I’ve ever done, and I’m proud of the job I’ve done so far. Here’s hoping I don’t throw any eggs out the window this week.