Ya'll. Life with a toddler is hard work. Unfortunately, our lives at the moment have been in a constant state of tantrums, whine-fests and all-things-two year olds.
Sometimes, that means that things that I enjoy doing, like taking a shower everyday and this blog, for example, have to get put on the back burner until I don't feel like I'm drowning every. single. day.
I guess, that has offended our readers, because "Anonymous" kindly informed me that: blog followers don't like only one or two blogs a month so I will be
leaving this blog for ones that are updated at least once a week.
Here's the deal- life isn't always glossy pictures and witty banter about our daily routines. At least, mine isn't anyway. Sometimes, real life is... well real. And for us, it's really, really real.
I would apologize for it; but honestly, I'm not sorry. I don't feel like I need to apologize for being a parent, and a wife, and a housekeeper, and a family cook, and a family activity director and a doula and a friend.
Right now, Casey and I are in the trenches of parenthood with a baby who doesn't want to leave our sides. At any point during the day. Or night. Or any other time. Ever.
For the past few weeks, I've done nearly everything every day with my Lil' Shadow close at hand, including: sleeping, napping, brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant, attending to other, ahem, bathroom needs.
I sat through church today with her squirming on my lap, coloring any shred of paper she could reach, chatting and shushing her throughout prayers and communion; all because she couldn't be pried off my hip when we tried to drop her off at nursery. Last week, she screamed and cried for twenty minutes until Casey went back to get her... maybe it makes us bad parents, but letting our kid cry because she wants to be with us is just something we don't do.
There's this phrase that I tell my doula clients all the time: It's just a season of life. There will be a day that Beatrice Kate doesn't want her mama to hold her hand, to sing her our Goodnight Song, to kiss her boo boos or to even hold her while she saute's spinach over an open flame, while roasting a pork tenderloin and calling Casey to see when he'll be home (you thought I was kidding earlier about holding her 24/7 didn't you?). I see her growing out of the elusive "baby stage" a little more each day and it breaks my heart.
So, yes. I acknowledge that I'm a bad blogger. I owe you giveaway
results and pictures of my kiddo splashing around in her backyard Redneck Riviera, maybe a Pinterest find or two. I have three thousand pictures and blog topics all written up and ready to go in my head. And right now that's where they're going to stay for a bit.
push comes to shove and I have to choose between writing about our day
or singing and rocking my baby for what feels like the 5th hour in a row... well, I hope you know which one I'll
choose. Hang tight, loyals. I'll get back on this train sometime soon. I promise... ok, well, I'll really make a better effort at least...
Besides, you guys don't want me to pull the Preemie Card again do you? 'Cause I totally will.