One of those days
I am having one of those days. It started off as one of those nights.
One of those nights where I am so tired I don't even consider trying to get my baby to sleep in her own bed. One of those nights where my husband snores so loudly that even if I turn my headphone up to their loudest setting I can't hear my podcast. One of those nights where the baby wakes me up for 3 AM nurse and I never get back to sleep, even after I take two ativan.
One of those mornings where the baby doesn't want to be left alone for even a second. One of those mornings where I finally get the baby off for her nap but don't even finish fixing myself some food before she wakes up and I find she has gotten ahold of, opened, and poured a large bottle of water all over the bed.
One of those afternoons where I carry around the baby trying to figure out how I am gonna clean up the soaking bed when the baby won't let me put her down. One of those afternoons where I step in cat barf three times in three different rooms. One of those afternoons that I know I have to take my baby down to get stabbed in the thigh by a nurse without any hope of helping her know why.
I am having one of those days where it is really easy to forget how lucky I am to have my snoring, cuddly, loving, strong, and handsome husband. One of those days where it is easy to take my three lovely, furry, purring, bundles of hair-balls and joy for granted. This is one of those days where I might forget to be thankful for my happy, healthy, beautiful baby girl.
So in the midst of feeling sorry for myself for having such a crappy day I will take a minute to be thoughtful about just how lucky I am. I am still gonna feel sorry for myself though.
One of those nights where I am so tired I don't even consider trying to get my baby to sleep in her own bed. One of those nights where my husband snores so loudly that even if I turn my headphone up to their loudest setting I can't hear my podcast. One of those nights where the baby wakes me up for 3 AM nurse and I never get back to sleep, even after I take two ativan.
One of those mornings where the baby doesn't want to be left alone for even a second. One of those mornings where I finally get the baby off for her nap but don't even finish fixing myself some food before she wakes up and I find she has gotten ahold of, opened, and poured a large bottle of water all over the bed.
One of those afternoons where I carry around the baby trying to figure out how I am gonna clean up the soaking bed when the baby won't let me put her down. One of those afternoons where I step in cat barf three times in three different rooms. One of those afternoons that I know I have to take my baby down to get stabbed in the thigh by a nurse without any hope of helping her know why.
I am having one of those days where it is really easy to forget how lucky I am to have my snoring, cuddly, loving, strong, and handsome husband. One of those days where it is easy to take my three lovely, furry, purring, bundles of hair-balls and joy for granted. This is one of those days where I might forget to be thankful for my happy, healthy, beautiful baby girl.
So in the midst of feeling sorry for myself for having such a crappy day I will take a minute to be thoughtful about just how lucky I am. I am still gonna feel sorry for myself though.