Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Hanging On

As a hard-core idealist, I had planned to return with a triumphant, teary post proclaiming the joys of motherhood.  There was going to be a long list of everything I love about being a mother and housewife, culminating in a touching poem about children growing up too fast and how we must savor the moments.


(my idealistic motto)

Deep inside of me dwells every one of those heart-felt sentiments. I truly love being a mother, I love each of my children, and I even love that amazing man I call my husband. But today, I am just going to be real and say that along the way we all have ups and downs. I am at a place where sleep is a distant memory, and a tidy house is just an idealistic dream. We do pretty much one thing around here: hold baby. (I can type one-handed you see.) Don't get me wrong, holding babies is great! When I was a kid I liked nothing better. But now I'm a grown-up-mommy with a lot of responsibilities, and after three months my identity as "baby holder" isn't quite as glamorous as it once was. I never thought that cleaning a bathroom would be my most sought after achievement! Ha! But ya know, I guess we can live in squalor for a little longer. This little peanut IS pretty snuggly ...


(reality)

Come back tomorrow for some chunky baby lovin'.

3 comments:

Heather said...

Kian was super fussy and needed to be held pretty much the first four months...but he is a happy chunky floor-roller now! Just keep holding your baby and hang in there.

Sarah said...

Hang in there, Angie! We can't always be supermom, but you do it a lot more than you realize!! Ever since I had the twins, my life has been like that: messy house, never feeling like I finish everything I need to in a day, etc. I keep telling myself its okay, and someday when the house is clean and empty, I'll miss the chaos. (Repeat several times a day until it sticks)

Kim and Jim said...

I can relate to this- except, usually "hold baby" for me means "hold babies." I swear sometimes I feel like I have twins. The hardest part is that Tysen still takes 30 minutes to nurse, every 2 hours. So between him and Madi, I pretty much always have a baby on the hip!