The last couple of days have been a whirlwind of excitement and changes. Some of our best friends welcomed a sweet baby girl into the world, Hampton went to his new classroom to meet his teacher and Weston had his nine month appointment! We also got some exciting news for Ryan that was really wonderful! It is a reminder of how blessed we truly are. Honestly, it’s easy to say that when things are going well, but things haven’t been sparkly and shiny, lately.
When I was trying to think of a Motherhood war story to share with y’all, the first one that popped in my mind was our most recent experience with my beautiful two-year-old daughter. The first words I thought of to describe this experience was “the terrible awful” – a phrase straight from the book and movie, The Help. Since reading the book several years ago, I have used this term many times to describe certain situations that end in a less than desirable way. So, without further ado, let me tell you about our day that ended with a family pizza night.
Our First Trip to the Dentist.
I had a really good talk with my mom on the phone the other day. It was one of those conversations that I know I’ll remember. She said so many positive things to me that I have needed to hear for a long time. She filled me with life, and I can’t tell you what that did to me. In our conversation, she said something that really struck a chord with me on being intentional with our time. It may seem simple to some of you, but it had a major impact on me. Being a mother of three young children/babies is tough. Since having Weston, most days I’ve worn sweat pants and haven’t even bothered putting on make-up. That is a big deal for someone who loves fashion and enjoys being put together. I haven’t felt like myself.
Happy Wednesday, friends! I originally had another post scheduled for today, but Hampton has a stomach bug and none of us have slept this week. With that being said, tired is the name of my game, these days. I’ve been falling asleep in the middle of the day while feeding Weston, I’ve made coffee in the keurig without putting my mug under it. I’ve run into walls, I’ve let our laundry get completely out of control. I know what it is like to be tired to your bones. To your very core. Not being able to think. So, with that being said, I thought it would be a good time to read some bible verses for the weary and tired mom. I hope these scriptures give some encouragement to another tired mommy out there! Just know that you are amazing. You are doing an incredible job! You go, mama!
Mornings with my Sophie have been so special these last couple of weeks. After I drop Hampton off at MMO, I love to spend quality time with her. It won’t be just the two of us for much longer, and I don’t know how often it will be just me and my girl after the baby comes, so I’m trying to take advantage of every moment with her.
Lately, I have been feeling really tired and like I’m being pulled in so many directions. When I start feeling like this or get overly anxious, I know it is time to recharge. Sometimes that can be a very difficult task. I will soon have 3 kids – 3 years and under – and I work/blog full-time. It is not easy to always manage everyone’s schedules, work, cook, clean, do laundry, and all the other things that come along every day. When it gets to be too much, I like to take a step back, breathe and recharge my batteries. Here are some things I do to give myself a break:
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I have a 2-year old, a 1-year old, and am due with baby #3 in less than 3 months. That’s three kids under three. We are hoping this little guy will be born after big brother’s birthday, but who knows! To say I have my hands full is an understatement. Some days, I’m lucky to brush my teeth and hair before noon. It’s real life when you are chasing around two toddlers all day. I must admit that these two (soon to be three) little nuggets are my whole world. Having peace of mind as a mother is difficult because we are natural worriers, but I have recently had a little help with my parental anxieties.
I remember when we first found out I was pregnant with Sophie. My heart immediately broke for Hampton. I looked at this little 9 month old and felt so guilty that he was only a baby and would soon be a big brother. It didn’t seem right. I felt like I was being robbed of time with my baby boy, in a weird way. He was barely a toddler when she was born and he had a very hard time with it. Over the months, that guilt faded as I began watching them play together and laugh at each other. Hampton can cheer Sophie up a lot quicker than I can most days. She adores him and he loves her so much. They are the best little buddies.
Every Sunday morning seems to be extremely hectic. I’m not sure why, because we go out and about nearly every day and leave in the mornings for different errands, playdates and things. Why is it that Sundays are so crazy? Ryan and I are always rushing to get ourselves ready for church and our babies. We are normally not in the best of spirits and we (meaning me) often times forget so many things.
