Flashback to a sweet moment before getting out of the tub and braving an epic meltdown where my cranky, slippery toddler didn’t want to be wet, but didn’t want the towel to dry her off, wanted to wear her robe with the belt ends touching and the robe closed but OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY DO NOT TIE THE BELT. #reasonsmykidiscrying
These are the mornings that I want so badly to be in two places at once. My heart is pulled in two directions; with my feverish, lethargic daughter at home with my husband, and with my team at work on an exciting and important day.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.) 👆This stanza of Whitman’s Song of Myself is more and more relatable with each passing day.
Bought a house. Made family time a priority. Spent 365 days getting to know my daughter. Celebrated a decade of marriage. Reconnected with myself and began to grow and learn to thrive in our new normal. 2018, you were great to us.