Thirteen days later, I'm muddling my way through motherhood, have more dirty laundry than clean clothes and so much dust on the end tables that I'm going to start writing Dave messages on them with my fingertips.
I forget to eat, my shirts are stretched out from being pulled on and my husband commented on my chipped toenail polish this afternoon.
He instructed me to get a pedicure at my next free hour. Ummm, hello? November, perhaps?
By 4pm daily my A-Game becomes the D Minus game, I'm exhausted, utterly spent and have a hungry toddler clinging to my legs. Around 5, some wonderful blessed person from church shows up with dinner for us (Thank you so much, my lifesavers!). By 6, my tot is jumping up and down because he loves food so much and doesn't want to stop eating. He gets silly until 730 and then becomes blurry eyed with much needed sleep around 8.
At nine at night, I'm ready for bed myself. I attempt to catch up on emails and thank you notes but find myself becoming blurry eyed from much needed sleep as well.
As overwhelmed as I am, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Daniel is happy, fun and cheerful. He has turned our world upside down in such a short matter of time. Thirteen days in seems so short in the grand great big picture. But, it's amazing to feel how it feels like forever already.
Well said. You sound happy! What a beautiful time for your family. Love seeing you all together :)
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