I have a new mantra:
“It’s okay.”
I tell this to myself this at least a hundred times a day
and it calms me down. At least for a
second.
When I forget to restock the diaper bag and the only thing Baby
has after his blowout is a clean diaper and some of Daughter’s socks to wear as pants
. . .
It’s okay.
When I try to get to bed immediately after Daughter’s
bedtime so I can get 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep before Baby wakes up, but then remember that
Baby is out of clean bibs and laundry can’t wait, and the sink is still full of
dishes and Daughter needs a nice family photo to bring to school tomorrow and
Crap! I haven’t pumped yet and there are
no clean bottles . . .
It’s okay.
When it’s the first day back at work at a facility I’ve
never worked at before and I miss Baby like crazy and it’s the same day my mom
is having surgery . . .
It’s okay.
When I can’t get out for the walk around the lake that I was
really hoping to get in since it was such a nice day out . . .
It’s okay.
When I keep running out of time to eat because all of the
sudden I’ve become a soccer mom . . .
It’s okay.
When the weight doesn’t come off as fast as I was hoping,
but at least it’s coming off . . .
It’s okay.
When the guilt weighs me down as I race out the door to get
to running club, leaving Chris alone with the kids at their neediest time of day . .
.
It’s okay.
When I realize just how much time and work it will take to
run well again . . .
It’s okay.
When I can’t find the time to get rid of the dead plants
that have been sitting on the counter for 2 months, or to pick up the mound of
clothes that have accumulated on my desk chair, or to send in the registration
form for the MNA conference, or to order birth announcements, or reply to that
email . . .
It’s okay.
When I do find a block of free time and just stare at the TV
instead of crossing anything off my to-do list . . .
It’s okay.
When I wake up exhausted at 4 in the morning and realize I
won’t get a chance to rest until after Daughter’s bedtime . . .
It’s okay.
When I realize I’m just barely getting by, but also happier
than I’ve ever been in my life . . .
It’s okay.
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