This past week I was lucky enough to take pics of the absolute sweetest little Beckham, my friend's 8 day old baby. In comparison My 6 month old, Scout, looked enormous and the swaddling blankets wrapped around him what felt like an infinite amount of times. If I hadn't been on the verge of loosing my mind with my 3 kids the other day, I'd swear I want another.
We spent a morning at the doctor's office for Scout's well baby check up. The odds were not in our favor to say the least. The usual number of 3 needle pokes had to be upped to 6 since they were out of the combined vaccines and on top of it, the nurse was new and gave her the shots unbearably slow. I was on the verge of tears and probably would have been crying if I hadn't been trying to keep my other children from kicking each other in the head and opening every drawer in the office while Scout was bawling. Then, just to make things extra wonderful the doctor tried to talk to Juliette and she literally scream-growled in her face 3 separate times. Being the level-headed person that I am, I immediately cancelled the Vegas trip I had planned to let the kids spend time with their Grandparents and cousins. Weeping, whaling and nashing of teeth ensued. Naturally, the mother-guilt crept in and I second guessed my reaction so we "made a deal": If the kids would help me clean the house with no complaints AND pay for their own babysitter the next time I had to go somewhere we would give the trip another chance. They speedily agreed and Alfie informed me that he had "said a prayer in his heart that god would forgive him for the way he acted" which totally redeemed him of anything naughty he has ever done in his 6 and a half years. They worked their tiny tails off getting the house tidied and their suitcases packed. My Sister then text me to let me know that their whole family was horribly sick and we should probably postpone our visit. bahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha. That was all I could do.
Of course, we have our sweet moments too, one of which is the 90 minutes I spend by myself at Bikram yoga every morning. he he he, but I'm not kidding when I say that I am a better wife and mother for it. My husband has even remarked about how happy I am when I go to yoga. Maybe at 6AM it's too early to care or could it be the fact that I get to shower uninterrupted? I'm not sure, but when I get home I feel revitalized and ready to give myself to others for the rest of the day. Being a Mother is hard, it is so so hard, but then who wouldn't agree it's also, quite possibly, the most rewarding decision you've ever made.
