Sanity

Today is one of those days. I am looking hard for sanity but cannot seem to find it. Hudson and I both were woken up way too early by a husband with too heavy of a step. I swear he could wake the dead just by walking.

The last thing I said to Jonathan last night was please take out the trash and unload the dishwasher. I came downstairs to find nothing had been done plus the computer, a bag of chips, an empty glass and his shoes were spread out in the family room.

I was looking forward to a morning with nowhere to be and relaxing but ended up cleaning for 3 hours. And everytime I put something away, a certain little guy would take it back out. I finally had to walk into the bathroom for about 2 minutes just to have some silence.



I am trying to remind myself that naptime is right around the corner and maybe I can finally catch my breath but it is not working. I am listening to the washing machine and dryer, both of which need to be unloaded. I see 1,000 leggos on the floor, dirty paw prints are scattered about the hardwood floors and there is a little boy clinging to my leg.

This is my life. And I am grateful for it but can't a mama get a break? A little help never killed a husband.


(We took these pictures yesterday infront of Rex hospital while visiting my cousin David and his wife Jenn's sweet baby Noah.)