One of those Days…
yesterday started off shitty. work was out of control and in order to deal with the mess i stuck EBN in front of sesame street (AND an episode of yo gabba gabba) and let her eat 3 chocolate chip cookies. she kept toddling over to me, as i sat the kitchen table, putting her head on my lap, patting my legs. i feel like i deserve the bad mama award.
sometimes i wonder if i need to cut something out. is she suffering from me trying to do it all? i want to work and write and run and crochet and thrift and watch reality tv but most of all i just want to be the best mama possible. i don’t want to miss a playgroup, i want to take our lunch down to the beach, i want to spend the afternoon making homemade playdough and learning the ABCs.
she woke up from her nap after only 45 minutes and i decided – fuck it. while she ate her lunch i blew a lot of hot air into her kiddie pool – i threw on shorts, shoved her into a bathing suit and we headed outside.
i’m not sure if balance is in my future. but i do know what’s most important.