Lets see how much I can write before Hadley fusses. That is what life is like with a newborn. Lets see how much I can eat before she needs to be held. Rush Rush Rush. It is to be expected.
I have to remember that. When I look at my house and I am just too tired to use the vacuum, dust or tidy up, it is ok. It is ok that the laundry is not all done. It is ok that my children have watched TV all morning. It is ok that dinner for Cohen last night was dry cheerios and peanut butter.
Hadley has been a fussy little baby the past couple of days. She doesn't want to be put down. This makes for a messy house and undone chores. OH WELL! Sure I say that on here but in my mind I am screaming for a break. I am screaming for a clean house and healthy meals. I am screaming for my boobs back. Ya I said it!
Now don't get me wrong. I love the cuddles, the soft skin and fluffy hair. I love the grunts, whimpers and new smiles. But that isn't what this post is about. It is about the expectations a mom puts on herself with a newborn. No matter how many times I tell myself that the THINGS are not important right now...I still feel like they are important.
BAH - crying baby. One day I will look back and think...why did I care about the stinkin house? Not today. lol