*inhale, exhale. It’s fu@$!%& FRIDAY! While Friday was I’m sure, always your fave day to begin with, now that you have a little one (or little ones!), the weekend doesn’t come fast enough, or stay long enough! Stay at home mommas, I’m sure this feels the same, waiting all week to spend the weekend with the boo.
Thursday honestly is my favorite, particularly, Thursday evenings. It’s like even if I’m tired, had a bad day, and am exhausted, tomorrow’s Friday and that means (unless you gots a hair appointment, or any other appointment or obligation) you don’t have to set the freaking alarm!
I love just naturally waking up when Nicolina wakes up, instead of waking her up! Ahhh, those mornings they sleep so soundly, and you actually have to wake them up to get them ready. And it’s probably rare they have these days on the weekends.
Those two days pass like that, it’s Sunday night, and you cringe just thinking about doing it all over again.
The morning begins, you don’t want to wake up, but you have to. The race against the clock begins. I think the most entertaining part of the morning is the last stretch of getting everything and everyone in the car, and yes, this includes my large travel mug filled with coffee that very often spills out onto the floor, on my shoe, sometimes on a bag. The first trip is everything but the baby. My arms are borderline gonna fall off, but no body gots time for a third trip. Then I lightly jog (people, seconds are valuable in the morning) to the door to grab the most precious cargo.
Dropping the kid(s) off for the day, is two sided. Nice to be to alone in the car, all by ya self, doing you, but this major guilt and sadness that you have to go all day without them. Nicolina is also the sweetest in the morning, so happy and sleepy, and most importantly, not going insane trying to flip onto her stomach like she’s an alligator getting captured while getting changed. And I have to drop her adorable self off to my parents like this??? Of course.
Then you go all day without them wondering what they did all day. I live for the photos all 4 grandparents send me when they’re watching her....So 5 rolls around and you bee line to the door to get home to your baby!! There’s 2 ways I’ve encountered picking up my child 1. A brief sentence of the day. Description of anything major but nothing in between. (Like give me more! Did she smile, roll over... shit?!) or 2. A detailed description of her every move (like thanks for reminding me that I have to miss EVERYTHING and actually think about how you have her more hours in the week then her own parents). But seriously we are super lucky for our parents watching her every day for us!
Then you head home to unload, cook dinner, and get ready for bed to do this all over again. Oh, but in between doing dishes, taking out the trash, taking care of the dogs, cleaning up a bit, and everything else in between.
Walk in my house, it screams “messy” but you know what, from now on, I’m going to think of it as screaming “working mom.” Oh it drives me nuts!! but there just aren’t enough hours in the day!
You do this 5 times a week... hopefully! That’s hoping you don’t have to figure out making up some hours to make it to that doctors appointment, or having to call off for whatever crisis or illness is happening. I told my supervisor this winter that between all of that and the snowy weather, it felt like getting to work was a temple run level.
Then TGIF all over again.
Congrats mama, you made it to another Friday! Cheers to you! Keep on, keeping on
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