Rain!
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- April
- 16
When I was pregnant people—women mostly—warned me about many things: sleep deprivation, diapers, expenses, those last five pounds that are so hard to lose. But what nobody really touched on is the fact that when you become a mom you essentially become a mule. The days of traveling light are way behind you. On an ordinary day, I come home from work with my purse slung across one shoulder, Owen’s diaper bag slung across the other, straps of a grocery bag (takeout dinner) dangling off one finger, my work bag dangling off the other wrist, and then Owen, in his car seat, in my right-hand grip. It’s amazing that I make it to the front door without injury. And that’s on a good day.
Today, given the weather, is a bad day. What’s that expression—when it rains, it pours? Today was one of those mornings when by 9:00 a.m., I’ve already felt like I had lived through an insanely hectic day—and yet the day was still ahead. This morning, we had to restock our daycare supply of diapers and wipes and bring our usual bag full of sheets, bottles, and food, so I had to carry an extraordinary amount of stuff. I laughed at the thought of trying to fit an umbrella into the mix. Maybe when I grow an extra hand!
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on Monday, April 16th, 2007 at 11:35 am by Mary Lynn Mitcham.
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Wait till the baby is running around and doesn’t want to be carried! When I finally moved into a house with an attached garage I thought I was in utopia!
Ooh, an attached garage, now that does sound like heaven! I probably felt the same way when I came into a dishwasher AND a washer/dryer, all on the same floor. But now that I have three, I’m more weighted down than ever. Coming in from daycare I look like I just returned from a trip overseas.