I was driving to work today (with all the Clevelanders who can't drive) thinking about how many things I had to do. How in the world did I ever get things done before Marley? Well, let's think about that - no crying during odd hours, going on date nights, seeing friends, and actually sleeping the same number of hours consistently - it's a wonder I got anything done with so much free time. I swear I love Marley more than anything, but I think I'm still adjusting to life with her. Packing all her stuff up just to run errands, have her scream the whole time and then have to shout "THANK YOU" at unreasonable decibals when handed my reciepts is hard. Some of my friends are so fortunate to have perfect babies and sometimes I have to remind myself that Marley is normal - babies cry, they fuss, they keep you on your toes. People keep telling me it gets easier as they get older and I'm completely relying on you. Suddenly I am writing a "Real Men of Genius" Budweiser song in my head about saluting moms with toddlers...."so today, we salute you, mom with toddler...sure you stick to finger painting, chicken nuggets, and cartoons, but when a battery dies, you know RIGHT WHERE IT IS"....
All I can say is I am hoping for hope...I think we'll take it one day at a time, that's all anyone can really do.
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