One month in, and I’m one step closer to superhero status
Hey gorgeous human, I’m back! And I survived the week. Let me tell you, I’m convinced life hit “shuffle” on my responsibilities and stacked them all into one unforgettable seven-day stretch.
First things first: my little one turned one month old this week! You’d think that’d be enough excitement, but oh no. Life apparently decided I was ready to level up in the mom department. With Daddy out of town, I was left with a newborn, an upcoming concert for his older brother, and—you can’t make this stuff up—a last-minute trip to the dentist for me. Yes, it was as chaotic as it sounds.
The Big Brother Concert Countdown
The concert prep was a saga in itself. The costume, the rehearsals, and—of course—the practice sessions at home where I found myself clapping along to a surprisingly catchy medley of children’s songs. Big Brother was pumped; I was hanging on by a thread. But seeing his face light up every time he mastered a new part? Totally worth the extra caffeine I had to guzzle to stay awake.
Dental Drama
Just to spice things up, a sudden toothache sent me scrambling for a last-minute dental appointment. Nothing like holding a newborn in one hand, filling out forms with the other, and silently praying the baby wouldn’t start crying just as the drill buzzed to life. But we made it, even if I did leave with numb lips and drool-worthy cheeks. #MomGlamour
Solo Parenting: A Rite of Passage
With Daddy out of town, I was officially solo with the baby for the first time, and let’s just say…wow. I know I'm with him alone during the day but this was different. When you’re flying solo, there’s no “Can you hold him while I shower?” or “Can you take him so I can actually eat with both hands?” Nope. It was all me, all weekend, and there were times I swore I saw the baby give me a sympathetic look as if to say, “Mom, you got this…right?”
I discovered new layers of patience, a bizarre level of resilience, and a whole new meaning to “multitasking.” And the best part? We survived. My son’s concert went beautifully, my teeth are intact, and the baby didn’t seem to mind my slightly disheveled state. And in this moment, I can say I’ve never been prouder of myself.
Celebrating the Little Wins
So here we are, at the end of a week where I juggled it all and (mostly) kept my sanity intact. I may still be catching up on sleep, but I’m more sure than ever that, as wild as this “mom life” is, it’s also deeply fulfilling in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
Fellow moms, I’d love to hear from you: What’s the wildest week you’ve had solo with the kids? Share your stories below, and let’s laugh (or cry!) through these crazy times together
Loads of Love,
A girl with a "mom-bun" on the other side of the internet 💞
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