02 July 2010

Perspective

Today was one of those days where you want, for just one second, to be left alone. Today was one of those days when you have a fussy baby, a frustrating other half, and an obnoxious dog; and no matter how much your love for all of them spills over, you just want to be able to pee without anyone bothering you. True story, ha! Sookie was incredibly grumpy today, I think she is getting teeth; well that and boycotting naps. R wasn't feeling well. It was nearly 100 degrees today and Jack (our dachshund) wanted to go visit the neighbor dog approximately every 2.5 minutes. And of course there were dishes to be done, my resume to be tweaked, laundry to be folded, floors to mop, jobs to apply for, packages to mail, and many other things on the to do list. Earlier this evening, I told R, this is all I ever wanted...so why do I need a break? His response? Even too much ice cream isn't good for you all of the time. Oh, I wise man I have found. Sookie turned 5 months old today and I really do not understand the concept of time any longer. I know I've said this before, but it is so true. It felt like it took so achingly long for her to get here, and now that she is indeed here, time seems to have sped up ten fold. I know we take a ridiculous amount of pictures, but I am extremely grateful for that. I cherish every single moment with her and try to take mental snapshots of this precious time together. Even though today was a challenging day mommyhood wise, I don't ever forget how lucky I am.

It's all about perspective; just when I was hitting my breaking point and beyond frustrated with everything, I stopped and thought about Megan, who was burying her sweet baby boy, Cohen, today. I instantly felt like a terrible human being and held Sookie a little tighter. The thing is, no matter how horrible you think your day is, chances are there is someone out there wishing that they could have those obstacles and aggravations that you are having. It is good for the soul to remember this.

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