I hear much talk about Mom Guilt, but I don't see much mention of Mom Self-Doubt, which is a crippling paralysis the likes of which I've not encountered since my first (ok, any) junior high dance. The squillion different decisions a new mom makes every day are usually fulfilling, but also often overwhelming.
So on the days when I feel I get some things right, I, um, like to take to the interwebs and brag about it? That doesn't sound right, and in fact this is one of the few times I'm not actually trying to puff myself up, emphasis on few.
No, today I'm merely expressing gratitude for a day in which I've got a good stay-at-home-mom schedule going, a dicey thing with ever-changing nap and eating schedules. Today - so far - things are happening in the vicinity of when & where I'd hoped. Wee darling Master P and I walked with a friend & her newborn this morning, and after he wakes from his nap, we're off to swim party this afternoon. Sure, the house is a disaster, and I'm skipping the Operation MILF makeup/ outfit routine in order to take an illicit laptop break, under guise of "pool party casual"; nevertheless, on these days when our routine allows for socializing for child and mom alike, both of us seem the happier for it.
Speaking of happy, I continue to post this week in an attempt to forget my recent trip back to my perfect, super-Cali-fragi-listic homeland and the homesickness scenes like this encourage:
|I'll never again take for granted 72 degrees & ability to play outside, in the afternoon, in summer. Wah-wah.|