Lately I am tempted to title every piece ebb and flow. It just always seems appropriate.
Last Monday was a messy, hard day. Ruby’s contentment depended on bouncing on the exercise ball or nursing, which meant less attention for Margot, which made her cranky. And, amazingly, unfairly neither kid napped. And, also, I can’t bounce and breastfeed for 10 hours straight while I sing the abcs or I’ll go crazy. So I whispered swears a few times, shut myself in the bathroom once, kicked toys in my path. While nursing and/or bouncing and singing, of course…click here to read the rest of this essay at mamalode.com.
Wonderful post, Nici! I think that EVERY parent would commiserate with you on your feelings of ebb and flow – and probably join you for that drink too!