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Day Twenty-six: Running Low Day
If this were a mom-o-meter fuel gauge, my feet would be on E for empty. I should have composed the shot in such a way that my feet were tilted to the right but I wasn’t thinking of the “E for empty” when I shot this. It was morning and I was chipper and ready for the day.
Sadly, today kicked my butt.
I want to blame it on Baby Bug because she has been particularly challenging today. Let’s see, could it be any of the following?
1. yelling whenever I am talking
2. not eating the healthy food that is put before her
3. throwing the healthy food on the floor
4. the hour-and-a-half battle over what time is “nap time”
5. the endless whining and hanging on the pantry door asking for “trick or treats”
6. the very rough rough-housing that landed me with a thick lip
7. the sudden aversion to having her hair washed… or all of the above?
I have a feeling it isn’t her. She’s just being a nearly-two-year-old. She reminds me of a kitten. You know how kittens look so cute and you just want to cuddle them up to your face but they are all full of claws and teeth and you end up getting your hand chewed up and covered with scratches? That’s Baby Bug these days. Just too much energy for her little cute body. And definitely too much energy for this tired old hag of a mom.
I think normally I’m pretty good at handling this sort of stuff. I’ve babysat plenty of kids who are way more rambunctious than she is. I think today I’m just sort of running low on fuel in general. I don’t know why or how long I’ll feel like this.
It could be the let down from several days of jam-packed fun. It could be I’m feeling fat and ugly from eating apple pie every day. (Why won’t someone else in this house eat the pie!!!) It could be that I’m sick of taking pictures of my shoes every day. It could be that I’m just bummed that I can’t make my alphabet cards at a price point that I think will make everyone happy. I don’t know. I think I just need to post a downer post. I’ll feel better soon.
I always do.
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I’m such a lemming
You know what NaBloPoMo means to me? It doesn’t mean I need to work harder to post every day. It means I get to blog more and entertain less. I can be long and rambly and just type whatever comes to the top of my mind because you all expect this sort of dribble. Dribble dribble dribble, kind of like the drool that hangs off Baby Bug’s chin. As long as I post every day, that’s all that matters.
November is a good month for this sort of thing. It’s the day after Halloween and everything seems so anti-climatic. There’s nothing like an endless supply of posts to read and pictures of shoes to look at! Yay! What a nice way to lull into winter slothfulness. It’s a good thing I don’t work in a cubicle anymore. I would never get any work done at all.
Kinda like now. If you don’t count my mom job (which I do all day long), I never get my housework or freelance work done. I’m always late and I’m always forgetting something. If you are one of the people who have emailed me in the last three months and you think I’m ignoring you. I’m not. Your email is still in my inbox. I stare at it every day. I’m not writing you back yet because I want to take time to write a quality email. I’ll get to it…one of these years.
I joke about this but actually it is quite stressful to me. I just wrote about four paragraphs about how I feel like a hamster in a wheel not getting anywhere but I deleted it because it’s nothing you haven’t heard from me already. And if I’m not going to hire a babysitter, I don’t deserve to complain about it.
I love being a mom. I just need to get over the fact that I can’t be a super mom AND a super graphic designer AND a super housekeeper. I tried drinking coffee all day long. It didn’t work. I’ve had the same cold for three weeks. I think coffee is not good for colds.
Next up: The trick or treat post! Wooo Hoooo!
