An (unfiltered) post

Ok I have been feeling kinda bummed towards my blog lately because at the end of the down, all the creative brain cells have left me and I am left with mush in my brain. Believe me you wouldn't want to read these posts if I actually wrote them down. However, this week was a revelation to me. On Tuesday I shared a photo on Instagram of Caleb playing with Easter eggs because I had nothing left in me at that moment and Sean had told me he was already coming home 30 minutes after he was suppose to come home. Moms, you know the feeling when you are counting the minutes towards when your husband is suppose to be home and shortly before that golden time, you get a text or call saying sorry I'm coming home later. Whether the minutes of the day ticked by slow or fast, that extra time between when your husband was suppose to come home and when he actually comes home are slow, slow as molasses. Then yesterday I posted a photo that Caleb had napped not even an hour and Sean had left for a trip for a few days. I thought I would have at least two hours to rest, relax, clean dishes, maybe even wash the floor if I was wanting to be very successful during nap time. However, I barely got anything accomplished. Staying home in the afternoon was not an option to make sure that Caleb and I didn't loose our minds staying at home. We ended up having a very enjoyable afternoon feeding the ducks and playing at the playground. Why hadn't I thought of feeding the ducks before? As I write this tonight, I am not exhausted, I am not tired, I am ready to tackle another day of just Caleb and I. 
You know as a mom, you worry and you wonder about your kid a lot. You wonder are they eating healthy enough, are they getting enough sleep, are they learning what they should be? 
So here I am keeping it real.
Caleb probably has more freedom than he should be at 14 months (today!), why because we don't live in a house of glass and I can't handle all day every day telling him no no no. 
Some days I look at the clock waiting for Sean to come home but this makes me feel guilty because I wanted to stay home with Caleb. 
Ok those are my real mom moments for you all this Friday.

7 comments:

Kayla MKOY said...

I love when bloggers can BE REAL and show the "not so pretty" stuff. You're a GREAT mom! I'm glad you have that adorable little man in your life :)

Allison said...

And that's why I love you. Real-ness is what I like reading in all it's unfiltered glory. :)

Christina Schergen said...

Oh I feel you. The most exhausting season of my ENTIRE life was when Lyla was about 18month until just before she turned 3...there were days I litterally counted down the minutes until she went to bed( and then immediately missed her lol) she was/is so busy...she never stops...she could care less about tv ... and stopped napping around 1 1/2...also my husband isn't home at all on average about three days a week...it's just me...with all four kiddos...there were days where if someone said, "mom?" ... I would have to take a deep breath before responding...but it makes it all worth it with those simple moments where God reveals himself and those littles steal your heart in moments that whisper...and it's those moments that consume 95% parenting that make the other not so great moments...the moments of exhaustion...the moments of busy...worth it.

jozphotos.com said...

Love your thoughts here! We all can feel "maxed out" sometimes :) And I think going outside makes everyone feel better!

Lauren said...

oh man...I totally feel the same way. Good days or bad days, those last 30 minutes before daddy arrival are brutal! Glad you were able to get out of the house and have a fun new activity!

Mree said...

Feeding the ducks was a great idea. Being a Mom is hard work but so worth it. You are an amazing mom don't ever forget that. Just going outside always helps. Hugs. Life isn't always perfect and I love how "real" you are.

Tara Illy said...

Aww you poor thing!! Here's to you getting a little more rest and relief in the very near future lovely! You're such a great Momma though - it's obvious!