I needed my arms and body back and to basically get a breath of fresh air. With hubby working in another state I have found that wear and tear comes easy on the human body. The crazy young teeny bopper that I once was is beginning to wither away along with my time to do my hair and makeup. For Pete's sake I can't even use the bathroom without rushing in and out to make sure that my children are okay.
I finally encouraged my son to venture outside with me and to ride his skooter while my infant and I layed on a blanket in the grass where she finally dozed off. Long story short my son was finally occupied and my daughter was sound asleep so I had found peace and quiet/ As I was sitting there I had found that my daughter was quieter than ever which deeply made me nervous since she is a newborn and new moms always momentarily find themselves freaking out. She was too relaxed and way too quiet so I couldn't help but to poke her and make sure that she was okay.Sure enough she was okay and even better she was bright eyed and ready to feed. Luckily she is too cute to be mad at and Andre' was becoming bored with the back and forth down the driveway.
I find myself waking and poking her periodically and I am wondering how insane I must be to keep doing this? It's as if I am not happy if they are away from me and I still get overwhelmed when I am handling all of this by myself. Fortunate enough for me hubby allows me to be a stay at home mom because I don't know how I'd do it else wise. Trying to maintain balance with two children and my stress of hubby being away is enough to make me sip on a pot of coffee, prop my feet up, and say "I got this clown" just as my son would say.
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