My brain can't get off the foggy loop that goes something like - change diaper, change baby, tell toddler to pee, feed baby, change baby, tell toddler to pee, make quesadillas, repeat. There's nothing quite like looking in the mirror hoping the better version of yourself shows up soon and yet knowing she's lost somewhere between 7 months of no sleep and 2.5 years of blissful insanity. Ain't nobody got time for that mess of a person going on. And ain't nobody want to hear about it.
Today I skipped the piles of laundry, skirted around toy covered floors, somehow jumped over nap time, made a haphazard dinner, bounced the babe on my knee all while bribing an unclothed Rori with my portion of the meal, still landed myself half covered in food, and although bedtime prep started almost an hour early, the kids were still closing their little eyes at about the exact same time as normal. No amount of coffee, candles, or favorite music was going to solve today's woes.
Poor Brian arrived home in a suit and tie after rubbing elbows with the CEO of Wal-Mart???? And nope, I didn't really want to hear about what he had for dinner. Kindly of course - always kindly.
Sometimes I laugh out loud at who he spends his days with vs. who I spend my days with. And it's all for the greater good yada yada yada.....
I just wish someone would invent a "be a normal, functioning adult" button that I could press any time I walk out the front door.
**Threw this one up on The Fike Life link-up. One hot mess it is.**