There Are Just Some Days

There are just some days where the things that happen throughout the day are almost laughable. There are days when I struggle the moment I get out of bed. Where my very first action of the day is a struggle because I slip on part of the sheet that has fallen off the bed and I somehow tumble all the way to the floor. I shake myself off, despite muffled attempts to not laugh from my husband after asking if I’m ok, and full blown giggle fits from my toddler; with only my baby on my side and that’s because he’s too busy trying to gum his hands for that new tooth coming in.

There are days when I do a full blown Risky Business type of slide across the floor because my toddler has emptied an entire container of hand sanitizer on our hardwood floors. There are days when I do the splits (which I cannot do otherwise because I am the opposite of limber) because I slip in spit up on the kitchen tile. (Do you notice I fall a lot?) There are days where I grab a room temperature soda can and crack it open one handedly because my baby is on my hip, and I chug it as quick as possible because I literally have no time to wait for coffee to brew. There are days where I walk around with my shorts zipper down all damn morning, and even though I am wondering why it’s a little breezy down there, while simultaneously being proud/smug that my shorts are fitting loosely despite the monstrous amounts of carbs that I’m eating and blaming on breastfeeding, and I don’t notice this until I finally get a chance to use the restroom.

There are days where I agree to too many things in one day, and end up on the hot sidewalk with my heavy teething and crying 17 pound baby in his car seat in one arm and my almost 40 pound toddler shrieking about needing “special juice” (ZERO idea what that is, fun new development right there) in my other arm, peering all bewildered at my Google Maps app wondering how it can say I’ve arrived at my destination when I don’t see it anywhere in sight. In a city that I have lived in for my entire life. There are days when I accidentally stab myself in the eye with my eyeliner pencil because I’m trying to do my makeup while breastfeeding my baby at the same time. There are days where I eat cold leftovers with one hand and my baby on my lap, singing to my toddler between bites about how good her food looks. There are days where there are dishes in the sink, and breast pump parts out and I just cannot find the time to tackle them, so I just pretend like they’re part of my kitchen decor, I call it: Mom Chic.

And then there are moments where my toddler wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly and says “I love you Mommy”, after I’ve stubbed my toe. There are moments where my baby gives me the biggest, happiest, gummiest and drooliest smile simply because I met his eyes. There are days where my husband hands me a tall glass of my favorite red wine and my kindle and encourages me to take some time for myself because I am standing in the middle of our kitchen because I forgot why I was even going there. And there are days where I see the news and take a HUGE reality check about my own problems, and just pray for the people affected by the earthquake in Italy, and for the 240 lives (with the number still rising) that were lost in it.

Life is so precious and so short. Leave the dishes in the sink one more day, throw your hair up in a bun because it’s just too darn hot to style right now anyway. Enjoy your life. Take a humongous breath in and exhale it out slowly. Think about what really matters, and think about what is important. Spend time with your family, and with your friends. Take time for yourself. And be gentle to yourself. Sometimes you can’t do everything you had set out to do that day. And that’s ok too. Because one day you’ll look back and you won’t remember the time the dishes kept piling up in the sink, but you WILL remember those sweet moments with your children; and to me that’s all that matters right now.

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Nicole Benedum has been a stay at home mom for the past 3 years. Before she took on this glorious (and sometimes not so glorious) role of "All Things Motherhood", she was a Human Resources Generalist. Her days were spent dealing with legal compliance, benefits, leave of absences and everything Human Resources related. Now her days are spent breastfeeding, changing diapers, conquering potty training, tantrums and sleepless nights. She has two kiddos; a 2 year old toddler named Emily, and a baby boy named Owen. She met her husband, Sam, in college when they were both on the swim team, and they have been together ever since. She is a huge breastfeeding advocate, gentle/crunchy parent (for the most part) and a former student athlete (water polo and swimming, woot woot!) both in high school and in college. At some point in the future she has dreams of going back to the gym and/or pool. For now she shall continue counting breastfeeding and holding a 35 pound toddler and 15 pound baby as her workouts.
Introducing Adapt Carrier by Ergobaby-Newborn to Toddler
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