You Might Find You Get What You Need
August 31, 2010 I am happy to report that Marley & Me came through with a good cry, as I'd hoped.
I just love that movie.
I am unhappy to report that it didn't solve all my problems.
(Or if you read yesterday's post, it's probably more accurate to say my 'non-problems'.)
I still feel like a turd in a bucket, but today I did get a little help from my friends...
Uno) A long chat with Marigold. Sometimes I think she and her sister are the only ones who can convince me I'm not a crazy, hormonal mess. Or that we're all equally crazy, hormonally messy. And either way, it always helps my mood by leaps and bounds to know I'm not alone in this world of young motherhood.
2) Mr. Blue Eyes stayed home today to help me out with the kids and lighten my workload. Sometimes when he doesn't know what to say to perk me up, he does know that simply his presence is a comfort. Once again, I'm reminded I'm not alone.
(Alone... Alone... Anyone sensing a pattern here? Could I be... oh I don't know... lonely? In need of some adult companionship?)
Thirdly) I ran across some pictures this evening of my babies when they were actually much more baby-ish. Since they had emotional meltdowns left and right all day today and we put them in bed by 7:00 because they were just so unbearable, seeing pictures of them, when they were so much more vulnerable and innocent, gave me a little surge of motherly love. I know that they're still vulnerable and innocent, but when they've reached the age where they can fill an entire day (or several days) with sass-talk and whining, it becomes increasingly harder to remember that fact.
So, you wanna see? You wanna see some pictures of chubby baby chub?
Hold onto your hormones, ladies...
Awwwww... Look at that toe head. Those blue eyes. Those angelic chubby cheeks! Cheek chub is quite possibly one of the best kinds of chub.
And now for the real baby baby shot...
I TOLD you to hold onto your hormones.
I know.
Pink.
Glossy little pucker.
Sleeping baby girl.
It's NOT enough to erase my frazzled nerves at the last few stressful weeks, but almost.
Almost.
It helps.
In Marigold's infinite wisdom, I think the thing that might be enough to give me some relief, enough to put me back in the land of being a sane, patient mother, is a little something called...
Sleep.
Which is exactly where I'm headed right this second.
Reader Comments (1)
I hope you got some sleep~!
I so remember those days of 5 I felt like I was in a coma for a few years.
Get sleep and maybe let the weeds grow.
Get out and take a picture or two.