This kid (#iPPP)
The last week or so, I’ve been ridiculously tired. I’m working and mom-ing and wife-ing and living. I’m trying to put the most important items at the front of the list so I can survive without going batty. The problem is, the house is a mess and my hair looks awful. I’m not taking much “me” time to regroup, and it’s starting to catch up with me.
And then buy priligy forum the reflective person in me starts to kick myself in the rear. I look around my house, and although it’s messy, I’m thoroughly and completely blessed.
Here’s one reason. This kid:
This is my Animal. When we nicknamed him this as a baby, we couldn’t have been more correct. He’s all over the place. He’s funny. He’s brilliant. He’s sweet.
I am so completely blessed to get to be home with him (and with Flash) while they are growing up and before they go to school. With Miss Sassy Pants, I only had about 8 months before I had to be away from her during the day. I know that I missed out on so many little moments, and I regret that.
But this kid. This kid reminds me daily that I have way more important things to do than work on the computer or clean the kitchen.
I need to make play-doh elephants because they are awesome.
I need to stop and dance to the silly song on YouTube.
I need to take the time to look for pumpkins on our daily walk.
I need to soak in every second of his adorable still-willing-to-snuggle self that I can.
My best friend, thankfully, reminds me that it’s okay to have these feelings. I’m human, and humans are by nature very selfish. I’d love to just take a nap or go have lunch with that best friend, time is fleeting, right? And the days will go quickly. And one day, I’ll look back and they’ll be too old to force to snuggle, and I’ll be sad.
So, I’m going to hang out with my Spiderman/Animal and watch Flash learn to crawl and laugh at Miss Sassy Pants’s sassy responses.
I can sleep later.
