“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” – Rajneesh
Being a mom is tough. Being a mom with a sick baby/toddler is even tougher. But EVERY moment, both good and bad, is sooooo worth the crazy ride. My little Leila Jade is sick (for about the 100th time in her short little life… thanks daycare). The last few nights have been hellish for Andy and I. She cries out in pain, choking on phlem and gasping for air. She whimpers in her sleep and hogs my pillow even more than usual, wanting to be held and comforted all night long. And then she wakes up in the morning happy as a clam – you’d never even know she had such as aweful night! The only sign of her sickness is the steady flow of snot and saliva dripping down her face and her little sniffles.
My precious girl.
Yes, Leila has spent a lot of her short life sick. But ya know what? Because of that, my girl knows how to handle it. She is one tough cookie who can smile through the worst of it! Once grade school rolls around she ain’t gonna catch anything! Her immune system is going to be up and armed and ready to fight. This is yet another pro of daycare (again, anything that can help me feel better about leaving my most precious gift all day long I’m gonna grab hold of and ride into the sunset).
Motherhood is one wild ride.
It’s just another manic Monday. I wish it were Sunday. ‘Cause that’s my fun day.
So I was a little bit of a Debbie Downer when I posted on Saturday, but my weekend turned around real quick! After being a log for a couple of hours while Leila napped (and it was much needed), Andy’s parents came over for dinner and brought bubbles for Leila.
My girl LOVES to be outside. She would stay out there all the time if we let her. You know what else she loves? Her new table we got her this weekend! She literally has spent every waking hour at home sitting at this table coloring. She is too dang cute.
And you know what I love? My girl’s hair in piggies!
As for my manic Monday? Well, I had an extremely crazy, busy day at work (which was awesome because it flew by) and this post is pretty dang manic itself. My head just isn’t on straight lately. I have a bazillion things going on and I am just a mess. But not a bad mess, a good mess!
One last pic from our weekend of lounging. (and coupon clipping… see em?)
Yes, it is Saturday. Yes, I should be feeling extra perky and excited to be home relaxing with my fam. But, it is just one of those blah days. Actually, it has been one of those blah weeks. I swear it has felt like the longest week ever. Work was super slow. There was nothing good on TV. I had (and still have) zero motivation to tackle any dreams (despite my last post), or tackle anything for that matter. Sure, I feel happy and content right now. Just blah. I don’t know how else to describe it. You understand, right?
Ok, and maybe I’m a little bit bored right now too.
Logically I know that I should be working on my quilt right now or cleaning or doing something to take advantage of my child napping, but I’m not. And I won’t. I’m giving myself this blah day to just feel blah and not do anything. And I think that it’s ok once in a while. It’s ok to not be everything to everyone, including yourself. It’s ok to be lazy.
Tomorrow will be better. I’m making tomorrow a fresh start to a new week. I will say bye to the BLAHS. K? Until then, I hope everyone else is having a fab weekend!
“I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.” – Elizabeth Taylor
Confused by this pic? That is my crotch with my daughter’s crooked teeth between my legs. Ha!
I busted out the above quote in honor of the beautiful, fearless Elizabeth Taylor who passed today. And I must say, I do love this quote. I strive to be more like this quote. To be and feel more adventurous. I do know there are many, many doors for me to open, but I am sometimes afraid to look behind them. BUT, I will push past this fear and break through those doors baby!
Andy. Andrew. Rew. Rew Bear. Honey. Babe. My LOVE.
At least one day a week Little Miss Leila Jade gets to spend one full day alone with her daddy (or “GaGa” as she calls him). Hey, that’s more than I get with him! Today was her weekly daddy day. They played outside and watched Mickey Mouse and went grocery shopping – Andy even used the coupons I clipped and saved us over $20!!! (Biggest Score: We got bags of Tillamook shredded cheese for $1 each… and we LOVE us some cheese!)
I must say that Leila has the best “GaGa” in the whole world and I have the best hubby. He is the best for US anyway. He slaved away through 7 years of school and now works long 10 hour days, 4 times/week, bringing home the bacon so that we can afford our home and go on nice trips and live comfortably. And, he cooks! My hubby is the BEST cook ever! Now you see why I don’t like cooking? Why bother when what he makes is 100 times better! And most importantly, if it weren’t for my Andy, I wouldn’t be able to say I’ve accomplished most of my dreams. All that I have ever known for SURE that I’ve wanted out of life is Happiness, a Loving Husband, Children, and a Home. Thanks to him I have it all! Every other “dream to do” is just an added bonus in my big picture.
Ok, this post is by no means a brag fest about my amazing man (well, maybe a little). I just felt so blessed and content today knowing that my daughter was home safely with someone we both love dearly. And, I think it is friggin adorable that every day that Andy is home with Leila he texts me, “What should I feed her?” I love that he still needs me to tell him that! Ha! Figure it out buddy!