When does one find balance in life? I thought 9 months into this motherhood thing and I would be firing on all cylinders. I would have it all figured out. I would go through the day without any major stress because "I GOT THIS!"
I don't got this.
My got this looks like my showering in the morning as fast as I can because my baby is crying in her crib at 4:45 a.m. but I NEED to wash my hair.
My got this is cooking carrots at 8:00 p.m. to include in her lunch so I'm not the weird mom that doesn't send table food with her kid to daycare. Plus, she likes eating and is good at it!
My got this is staring at a bag of trash sitting in my front seat that has already tipped over and caused left over tea to spill onto the floor of my car.
My got this means putting the baby in her stroller as soon as we get home so we can both get some fresh air and time at the park before she eats at 5:00.
My got this doesn't look organized or normal or together. Most days I feel like I'm in such a big rush that slowing down to enjoy life isn't on the menu.
But that isn't okay. I think my balance will appear if I do slow down. If I throw out the trash today because the trash can is right there. If I stay at the park just a little bit longer. If I spend 1 extra minute in the shower while telling myself "she will be fine."
The choices I make on a daily basis all seem so important when really, only a few are crucial to my survival (and J's too). My balance will come when I follow the age old saying of not sweating the small stuff (and it's all small stuff).