I confess that it has been entirely too long since my last confession. Ive missed the freedom to admit I’m so utterly normal.
I confess that my children have been waking me between 6 and 10 times each of the last 2 nights. Exhaustion resulted in a mothering fail moment last night when I yelled, then I apologized, and then I begged my daughters to sleep so I could. They finally understood my plight at almost 2am.
I confess that Baby Daddy and I are planning to share the baby news with his or her 6 older siblings on Valentine’s Day. We have a very special evening planned.
I confess that I have been a bit of a hermit these last few weeks. I just want to stay home and sleep and eat every 2-3 hours so that I don’t get sick. Oh, and take care of my 4 children and keep our house in some semblance of live-ability.
I confess that my mother and Baby Daddy have been incredibly valuable to me.
I confess that I have had my moment. The one my mother told me I would have someday. The one I told her I was certain would never arrive for me. I know this is my last pregnancy/baby and I am content. I know I would not turn down an adoption opportunity in the future, say in many years from now, but I feel fully accepting that this baby is going to be my last biological child, and my last newborn. My mother was right, but don’t tell her.
I confess that sometimes parenting special needs kids feels like a mountain that can never be conquered. As soon as I feel like we have climbed higher, a rock slide comes along. This week my kids’ pediatrician suggested Maleah pin on another label called Tourette’s Syndrome. I had a feeling it was coming, but it feels…heavy. This little girl just doesn’t need any more labels. We will see what further neurological investigation reveals.
I confess that I have spent the last weeks working through some big feelings of my own. I am happy to say that I am, well, happy. Big feelings are sometimes great opportunities to grow in areas we didn’t know we needed to grow.
Have a great weekend, peeps. We are off to the world of science to see a Titanic exhibit, doing some sledding, and hopefully squeezing in some house work….maybe.
I <3 your confessions…..
I agree with Denise. Love your confessions, and love that you call the gentleman in your life, Baby Daddy.
I love that you confess things that most people never would. We’ve all had those “mom” moments when we lose our cool. It’s how you handle it during and after that matter. And I laugh as we’ve had to admit our mommy’s were right about a lot of stuff…they don’t mind. I bet yours doesn’t. She’s a great mom, she’s raised you. Love you.