There comes a point in every moms life were we get into this getting through the day routine.
You can have a good day or a bad day, but by the end all you can think of is thank goodness it's bedtime. We made it.
I have been in this crappy routine for awhile. I think with all the chaos of our lives right now everything else seemed hard to keep doing. Annoying to keep doing. Day in and day out.
Most know I'm a stay at home mom and please, don't get me wrong- I love being home with my baby girl. The reason I'm a stay at home mom is partly because I have to be and partly that I want to be. My husband and I don't have the help a lot of others have that allows us both to work.
Hell, we don't even really have the help so we can go out every once in awhile. I think we've gone out twice in the last 10 months. Which is fine, people have lives! This is ours. I still love it.
Anyway, we made the decision that there is no point for me to work if I will just be paying for daycare and gas. And thankfully, my husband has provided for us greatly and we've always been okay with me not having to work.
During the school semester things get a little crazy for us. Tim is so busy all the time and he is lucky if he gets to see Brynlee before Thursday evenings. Plus, he is an overachiever and always has something extra for school going on. Even weekends are busy for him, but he keeps pushing forward. And he is almost done!!
So it's Brynlee and me day in and day out. Grocery shopping, doctors appointments, errands, exercising, hanging out with friends.. I'm pretty positive we are starting to fuse at the hip haha. I even let him off the hook for night duties so he can get some rest. If she's up multiple times, I'm the one up with her.
But like I said, I love being home with her and doing these things since I'm not working. It does get to me sometimes, though. Thats allowed, right?
So lately when bed time finally rolls around I'm always just like sweet heaven on earth! Where have you been?! And hello bathroom by myself. Victory is mine!
We got through another day. Now to just get through tomorrow.
I use to sing to her every night before bed.
I use to just hold her and cuddle and sing her favorite song.
Give her lots of hugs and kisses.
And then put her down in her crib.
Not lately.
Oh, it's bed time? Quick kiss and down ya go!
Ouch, mom fail to the extreme.
I don't think I even realized I stopped doing that. Then there was a few times I'd come flying down stairs and Tim would say "That was quick." I just didn't even notice.
The other night after a particularly hard day I was getting her ready for bed when she just laid her head down on me. She just wanted to be close and cuddle and my heart broke into a million different pieces.
When was the last time I sang to you? I couldn't even remember. Days, weeks, a month?
Why did I even stop? We loved this routine.
I stood there, cried (obviously), and sang to her a few times. Different songs, long songs, just to hold on a bit longer. She pretends sometimes to sing with me and it is both adorable and hilarious.
I realized I was missing the little things that use to make us so happy. And it wasn't just me missing them, it was her.
I've taken a huge step back since that night. Reanalyzed a few things because I obviously needed to. Got myself back into the mind set of it's not getting through the day, it's being able to have another day with her. No matter how hard.
We take things for granted so much some times. It's a hard habit to break, but if you feel yourself in the getting through the days - take a step back and find your way out of it.
It's not just you who feels that frustration, it's your little ones too!
You can have a good day or a bad day, but by the end all you can think of is thank goodness it's bedtime. We made it.
I have been in this crappy routine for awhile. I think with all the chaos of our lives right now everything else seemed hard to keep doing. Annoying to keep doing. Day in and day out.
Most know I'm a stay at home mom and please, don't get me wrong- I love being home with my baby girl. The reason I'm a stay at home mom is partly because I have to be and partly that I want to be. My husband and I don't have the help a lot of others have that allows us both to work.
Hell, we don't even really have the help so we can go out every once in awhile. I think we've gone out twice in the last 10 months. Which is fine, people have lives! This is ours. I still love it.
Anyway, we made the decision that there is no point for me to work if I will just be paying for daycare and gas. And thankfully, my husband has provided for us greatly and we've always been okay with me not having to work.
During the school semester things get a little crazy for us. Tim is so busy all the time and he is lucky if he gets to see Brynlee before Thursday evenings. Plus, he is an overachiever and always has something extra for school going on. Even weekends are busy for him, but he keeps pushing forward. And he is almost done!!
So it's Brynlee and me day in and day out. Grocery shopping, doctors appointments, errands, exercising, hanging out with friends.. I'm pretty positive we are starting to fuse at the hip haha. I even let him off the hook for night duties so he can get some rest. If she's up multiple times, I'm the one up with her.
But like I said, I love being home with her and doing these things since I'm not working. It does get to me sometimes, though. Thats allowed, right?
So lately when bed time finally rolls around I'm always just like sweet heaven on earth! Where have you been?! And hello bathroom by myself. Victory is mine!
We got through another day. Now to just get through tomorrow.
I use to sing to her every night before bed.
I use to just hold her and cuddle and sing her favorite song.
Give her lots of hugs and kisses.
And then put her down in her crib.
Not lately.
Oh, it's bed time? Quick kiss and down ya go!
Ouch, mom fail to the extreme.
I don't think I even realized I stopped doing that. Then there was a few times I'd come flying down stairs and Tim would say "That was quick." I just didn't even notice.
The other night after a particularly hard day I was getting her ready for bed when she just laid her head down on me. She just wanted to be close and cuddle and my heart broke into a million different pieces.
When was the last time I sang to you? I couldn't even remember. Days, weeks, a month?
Why did I even stop? We loved this routine.
I stood there, cried (obviously), and sang to her a few times. Different songs, long songs, just to hold on a bit longer. She pretends sometimes to sing with me and it is both adorable and hilarious.
I realized I was missing the little things that use to make us so happy. And it wasn't just me missing them, it was her.
I've taken a huge step back since that night. Reanalyzed a few things because I obviously needed to. Got myself back into the mind set of it's not getting through the day, it's being able to have another day with her. No matter how hard.
We take things for granted so much some times. It's a hard habit to break, but if you feel yourself in the getting through the days - take a step back and find your way out of it.
It's not just you who feels that frustration, it's your little ones too!
