I have traded in my high heels and lunch breaks for
lullabies and story times. I am mama and
mom. The world’s toughest job, richly rewarded
with a baby’s first kisses and the joyful exclamations of “I did it!” - fair
trade for daily dealings with diaper blowouts and the world-crashing tantrums
of a three-year-old. So far it’s been a
tough transition for me; I think it would have been easier to have stayed home
from the beginning with my oldest (oh, how I wanted to!) but I think we are
finally hitting our groove. Meltdowns
are now occasional rather than hourly (what can I say, I was used to being able
to pee without an audience and eat at a leisurely pace while enjoying a good
book rather than sneakily shoving in bites while my toddler’s back is turned!). I’m still figuring out how to balance being
with my boys, putting food on the table, and keeping the house from becoming a
chaotic abyss, let alone maintaining a good relationship with my husband and
finding time for myself. If anyone has
any tips, please clue me in!
