My mother-in-law was here helping us for the week I was in the
hospital having our fourth baby. She still reads newspapers and
cuts out articles she thinks we will like. The last time she was
here she left this one from Debra PIckett in the Chicago Tribune:
To You Superwomen: A Collective Eye Roll (take the time to read
it!). I've long complained on my blog that Superwomen is a Myth and
we need to stop trying to be her.
To me being called a supermom is more a jab or backhanded
compliment then praise or adoration. Just this
tweeted: "I'm stuck under a sleeping baby and the
toddler is in the bathroom, this can't end well can it?". The
very first reply was "If you can tweet with all this around
you, you are a super mom. I believe you can do anything!!".
Ugh. So far from the truth.
This is only the third day I have been alone with the two
youngest. I use that term loosely because really I have only spent
one day totally alone. My husband comes home for lunch and either
brings food or makes it, on Monday he put the toddler down for a
I haven't cooked a meal in weeks. We had a few people drop them
off but my husband has done it all. My only contribution, on Monday
I put everything he pre-cut and left out in the crock-pot and
turned it on.
I've been wearing the same pajama pants and nursing tank all
week. I don't remember when I showered last. My hair is a mess and
The toddler is much harder for me to handle than the newborn and
it makes me sad. I want to have the patience to sit down and
explain things to her but "Oh my word stop yelling!" you will wake
the baby that has finally fallen asleep, in my arms of course.
I miss my big kids. As soon as they get home (with dad) I
retreat into the quiet darkness of my room to just sit and
decompress before the dinner madness. If we're lucky my husband can
sneak in and we can have a rapid fire conversation about important
My kids have watched more TV in the last 2 weeks then in the
last 2 months.
While I did work from the hospital since being home I struggle
to answer even one email a day and haven't posted on my own
personal blog in over a week.
The above mentioned tweet? I was sitting in my dinning room, the
floor covered with crumbs and the table still strewn with breakfast
dishes. The laptop happened to be open and I had a tab with twitter
on the screen. The baby had finally fallen asleep to the sounds of
Elmo on Spotify per the toddler request. The toddler who had
disappeared into the bathroom. I decided to sip some more coffee
before a (failed) attempt to put the baby down and found the
toddler brushing her teeth with daddy's toothbrush. Which is
probably better than mine since I don't remember the last time mine
So see, there is nothing super about me, or about our home.
We're getting by surviving. Some things like cleanliness are
sliding and that's okay. This time is short, it's hard now, but it
will be worth it, super even.
Melissa is mom to 4 kids and 2 angels. She chronicles the sticky bits of motherhood at Peanut Butter in my Hair.
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