Summer is in full swing and my time management has flown out the window.
We come and go as we please, spending hours in our pjs and staying up late.
I feel stretched and strained and carefree all at the same time.
We are getting in a groove. Slow but sure.
I question my abilities, how to spread myself and fulfill all their needs.
One night this week Bam woke up in the middle of the night sick. I brought him to my room, throw up bucket in hand. He wants me to hold him as he drifts off to sleep. Gray wakes up and needs to be nursed. Who gets to be first? How do I decide?
All three of us pile into my bed, I cuddle Bam in one arm, and scoop Gray up to nurse in the other. I have to do some funky bending to make it work. I'm exhausted. And uncomfortable. But these babies are happy and content. I relax and let myself doze for a moment, smiling and full of so much love.
I'm not always super mom. But some nights, I'm pretty darn close.