Lately my children have left me exhausted. By the end of the day I find myself looking forward to bedtime a little more than I used to. I think it’s the fact that I hear the word mommy 200+ times a day. Most days I don’t get to shower alone let alone use the restroom by myself. Some days I just get tired of being mommy – that’s human right? Some days I’d just like to sit by myself for a while. Some days I just get tired of fetching snacks every other half hour, or constantly toting a baby on my hip.
Then I realize that some days are most days.
I realize that most days Brooklin keeps me smiling all day long, that her antics make her personality and honestly I wouldn’t want to her to be anyone else. I realize that most days I get moments to myself – it’s called nap time. Most days my husband helps me lovingly craft snacks every other hour and that by the time he hits the shower the hot water is usually gone. I also know that most nights we girls gently nudge him to the corner of the bed. Most days he’s the one also helping to tote around a baby and lets me enjoy fitness while he stays home. He gets down on the floor and plays because he’s hands on and I don’t ever have to ask or tell him what to do.
Some days I feel like I need to get away, but I realize that most days I’d rather be right here with him. Doing this together.
Some days I’d like to slip far away from here but I realize that I have got to take him with me wherever I go.