Friends, I wrote the following little ditty a few months ago. I meant it to be for another local blog, but decided to post it here instead. Can anyone relate?
My child isn't old enough to walk or talk, but I still consider using the bathroom with the door closed a session of "me time".
I feel victorious when my son poops before we leave the house, because I know I've dodged the change-him-in-the-backseat-of-the-car-and-stare-at-passersby bullet for one more day.
There are times when I feel one hundred percent overwhelmed that I am responsible for a little human being one hundred percent of the time.
And then I think about those moms and dads who have two, three, four, five (!) or 6 (?) kids and I think,
I need to meet these people, bow at their feet and ask them what their secret is.
Maybe it's my personality, or maybe it's my expectations of myself, but boy does this parenting thing take more out of me than I thought it would.
And living in city like Charlottesville, where--not only do the kids eat organic--but they wear Patagonia doing it, it's easy to feel like I'd love to hear an "Amen!" to the fact that my kid sometimes gets formula and wears clothes from Craigslist.
I'm looking for parents who can give me a healthy fist pump when I say that I don't sanitize the paci every time it falls on the floor and I haven't folded last week's laundry yet and I sometimes forget how to empty the diaper genie.
Are you out there? If you are, you've got a mediocre friend in me. I probably won't immediately respond to your text, if I can find my phone at all. But I'd love to have you over for a frozen pizza or a store-bought baked good.