Coming up with content for a blog is hard. I sat down the other day ready to write, when my husband came downstairs to tell me that the fridge was leaking... again. In that moment, I was overcome with such defeat and all inspiration left my body. So I stopped and watched TV instead. Then tonight, way past my bedtime, my brain couldn't shut off and I had to write.
Earlier today, I sat down on the kitchen chair, put my arms and head on the table and told Zoe that I was done with this day. She's changing her nap routine...again...so she's extra feisty, tired and being a mom is extra tough right now. Plus she's officially teething. It'll pass, it's cool, I know that, but right now it's just hard.
So I gave myself 2 minutes of just sort of laying there and then went back to it. Picked up my whiny babe, played peekaboo and rolled around with her until it was time for dinner. I'll take the mom of the day award as well, please, because she not only ate everything I put in front of her but she also got a bath and immediately fell asleep after a superb nursing sesh.
It's like she knew I needed a big win.