Do one thing every day

Jun 26, 2015 by

 

The stuff. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of it all. It’s not just the physical stuff–the piles of laundry, the toys everywhere, the dishes that fill the sink. It’s also the burden of paying bills on time, attempting to get “me” and “us” time in and, oh yeah, not messing up the raising of our tiny human. There are a few days when the pressure gets so great it almost immobilizes me and I feel like doing zero of the things; most days, however, I try to keep chugging along.

 

My motto for those days when I feel stressed out simply by being an adult? Do one thing every day.

 

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Bedtime snuggles

Jun 5, 2015 by

I don’t always get bedtime snuggles. Most nights I’m the one putting Lenny to bed, but most nights we’re also nursing to sleep. I suppose I do get a special kind of cuddle while he nurses, but I commented to my husband the other day that I wish I could get the kind of snuggles where Lenny wraps his arms around me and puts his head on my shoulder. He would sleep on me like this as a little newborn but, now that he’s a mobile toddler, these day’s I’m more suited for clinging to, playing on, or nursing. I love all of those things (except maybe the constant clinging), but I do miss sleepy snuggles.

 

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Stop and smell the…dinner on the floor

May 22, 2015 by

I hate to admit it, but many of my days I’m just going through the motions.  Survival mode.  Sure, we have our share of fun and play time but, at the end of a long work day, there are times when I barely have enough energy for dinner and the bedtime routine.  Routine is exactly what it has become; biding my time until I can put Lenny to bed so I can have an hour or two to of “me time” before going to bed myself and doing it all over again the next day.  To say it out loud like that makes me sound like a miserable person and a terrible mom, and I know that I’m neither.  I’m just a tired, busy mom who sometimes forgets how to slow down and find little moments of joy in my day.

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Nursing a toddler

May 4, 2015 by

First of all I never, not in a million years, thought I’d ever have a reason to say that. I’m nursing a toddler.

My goals for breastfeeding early on in my pregnancy were simple. I’ll try to make it to a year, then I’ll be sure to want my body back. I was well aware of how hard breastfeeding could be, and that obstacles could lie in our way, but I thought one year was pretty generous. After all, before getting pregnant my thoughts on breastfeeding were closer to those of a teenage boy: you want me to do what from where?

I had seen my sister nurse her daughter until two and a half. I admired her for it–and I didn’t think I ever could do it. Certainly I wouldn’t still be nursing a child who could ask for it by name?  I just never thought that would be me.

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Celebrating our family of three

Apr 24, 2015 by

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. This time two years ago, we happened to be right in the middle of our IVF cycle. The struggle of infertility was not just fresh in our minds, but rather it was something we were living and breathing every day, with every injection given and received. This time two years ago, I talked about Infertility Awareness Week to spread the word, changed my Facebook cover photo to promote awareness and, heck, I even had a piece published in the Huffington Post in honor of the week.  This year?  If a friend hadn’t pointed it out, I would have missed it entirely. 

It’s not that I’ve forgotten about our infertility, not by any means. In fact, it’s been on my mind more often recently.

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