How much time do we really have? I have been struggling since the Munchkin, and to be honest, since before the Munchkin, to figure out what I REALLY like to do. What are my hobbies as an adult? I do a great job of “adulting” and taking care of the productive to do list but what do I do for fun? What does it feel like to be “alive” for me?
The Mr. has been away for work since Sunday, he came back today but I am so ready for him to come home. I’m really not good at doing this by myself. Sometimes I’m not good at doing this with him either but I really suck as a toddler mom (or just mom) some days. And I’m not saying this out of a place of self-pity or a place of anxiety. I am just not the best at handling the illogical little human that currently tries to run the house and throws a fit when things don’t go her way. I didn’t realize milk tastes different when it’s in the blue cup versus the pink cup. I didn’t realize food tastes different with the Moana fork but alas here we are.
I know I’ve only been at this gig for almost three years but I’ve developed some philosophies about parenting in that short time. The internet is a treasure trove or minefield so take this as nothing more than my own experience and mantras, both as a high school teacher and a mom.