Last night hubby came home and took the baby from my arms. They snuggled up and took a little nap.
And I hopped in the car and went to the Starbucks drive thru.
I was back home within ten minutes, but it was a breather. I was then able to take more time for myself and ate dinner in quiet with no one strapped to me or biting my leg.
I allowed myself to be ok with the fact that I felt like a failure one day, refused to feel guilty for doing so, and then realized that I am super mom. My children tell me so all the time! The proof is hanging on the fridge, scribbled in scrappy spiral notebooks, and sparkling in their eyes.
I am Noah, Carter, Gray, and Ivy's Mom.
And that is super.
Originally published October 1, 2008.
Photo by Beth