Last night, between feeds, our little man snoozed in his own space. And he was pretty peaceful. All night. Apparently I should have written about it sooner.
This morning, I was able to put him down asleep to so I could rinse through the shower {read: I no longer smell like rotten potatoes}. Get dressed. And eat.
Also. I am wearing jeans today. Like real, bonafide, non-maternity, button and zipper, jeans. Which is a mommy milestone for me considering there was a solid 6 week span where I was trying to figure out how women ever wore anything with a button and zipper again over a c-section incision. But when all of the expanda-pants are in the laundry, mama’s gotta make do. So jeans. Hello, again.
My two children that talk have yet to make any declarations today that they are neglected or file their emancipation papers.
And I finished a whole Diet Coke this morning. Before it warmed to room temp.
Don’t fool yourself into believing I’m wearing pearls. Or that I’m cooking anything. Or folding any laundry. Because that would be over the top.
But.
In the life of a new-ish mom, I’d say today is pretty much as close to normal as it gets. Because right now, it’s a bit of a crapshoot. One day is easy, the next day is notsomuch. And so in the theme of Michael Buble and U2, I must go on record saying, it’s a beautiful day! Happy Friday!
