"So how are you doing?" my boss asked me yesterday in a regularly scheduled check-in meeting.
"Well, things have been pretty hectic lately," I replied cautiously (an understatement if ever there was one.) Since starting my new job three months ago, we've been back and forth to the Emergency Room, Kinder Mender, the pediatrician and my primary care doctor at least a dozen times.
There was the time the pediatrician thought Lincoln might be having seizures, the time I had throat pain for two whole months and they didn't know what was wrong, the time we saw the neurologist at Johns Hopkins to make sure Lincoln didn't have seizures (thank you, Jesus!) and most recently, the time he was diagnosed with croup.
As if that weren't enough, I'm still adjusting to working again. After the birth of my first son, Lincoln, I was home for an entire year. In fact, I was just settling into the rhythm of diaper changes, laundry, household chores and weeknight cooking when that familiar restlessness hit me hard. Three months later I was working. Lincoln wasn't even weaned.
Without warning, I was ushered into the world of working moms, and found myself navigating new challenges like:
- Waking up at 5:30a after only four or five hours of "uninterrupted" sleep
- Balancing a purse, diaper bag, laptop bag and 25-pound baby in two arms that haven't seen the gym in years
- Finding the only position that doesn't make my back doesn't ache during the hour-plus car ride commute to work (each way, folks)
- Keeping Lincoln awake on the ride home with everything from snacks to a full-out sing along
- Managing to make something (anything) edible for dinner
- Not passing out after 9:30p so I can prep for the next day
I hate to sound like I'm complaining, because I'm not. I asked for this, but that doesn't make it any less challenging. Thankfully, God's faithfulness has been with me through it all. And thankfully, I'm not alone. My husband is my best friend and my teammate. Many nights, we collapse in bed next to each other, saying nothing but understanding everything.
I'm tired, and I've accepted the fact that I'll probably be functioning on no sleep for the next two decades or so, but lately I've been really tired. Which is how I ended up here, at our neighborhood iHop on a Tuesday morning, when I'd otherwise be in a meeting or reading emails. Instead I'm doing what I love to do - writing - for the first time in a really, really long time. I have to admit, It feels pretty good. Mommies need "Me Days."
The rest of today will likely consist of all the things I never have time to do, like eyebrow waxing and lipstick shopping and making (more) doctors appointments. And even though days like this are so very rare, they're so refreshing.
Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't already anticipating that pie-faced smile from my little guy when I walk in the door. This is hard work. But it's so worth it.
So, so, so :-)