March 10, 2011
Every now and then, I want to be attached to my mom at the hip. (Okay, that’s a lie. I want that all the time.) This article suggests that all this “Mommy and Me” time may be a little, well, overwhelming. Let’s see what Brittany from Barefoot Foodie can tell us about this situation.When I read Betsy Shaw’s article about being “touched out,” I thought, “Ugh, you’re preaching to the choir.” Yesterday, I went to the bathroom with a child on my lap. Driving to the hospital at 6pm on May 8th, 2006, was my last moment alone. Once I placed my legs in those stirrups, it was all over. I have kids in my shower. I have kids in my bed. I have kids on me needing things, needing me, all the time. I go with it because I feel like that is what I am supposed to do, and I cherish the moments I get alone… like at the hair salon or when I get up to pee at 3am. I need to be better about carving out time for myself. Not only because I deserve it, but my children deserve it. They should have a mother who isn’t so mentally exhausted that she’s going through the motions until bedtime. They should have a mother who is present in the moment, and happy, and not daydreaming about being on an island alone with that guy from the Twilight books. When I can’t get away, I’m thankful for the things that make my life easier. Reality television. Chinese takeout. Nap time. Warm days. Huggies Little Mover Diapers. Sometimes it’s nice to exhale and forget about the stress of parenting obligations…even if you’re exhaling with three children on your lap. (Psst, it helps if you close your eyes and pretend you’re sitting next to a sparkly vampire, or so I’ve heard…)    - Brittany, Barefoot Foodie



Every now and then, I want to be attached to my mom at the hip. (Okay, that’s a lie. I want that all the time.) This article suggests that all this “Mommy and Me” time may be a little, well, overwhelming. Let’s see what Brittany from Barefoot Foodie can tell us about this situation.

When I read Betsy Shaw’s article about being “touched out,” I thought, “Ugh, you’re preaching to the choir.”

Yesterday, I went to the bathroom with a child on my lap.

Driving to the hospital at 6pm on May 8th, 2006, was my last moment alone. Once I placed my legs in those stirrups, it was all over.

I have kids in my shower. I have kids in my bed. I have kids on me needing things, needing me, all the time.

I go with it because I feel like that is what I am supposed to do, and I cherish the moments I get alone… like at the hair salon or when I get up to pee at 3am.

I need to be better about carving out time for myself. Not only because I deserve it, but my children deserve it. They should have a mother who isn’t so mentally exhausted that she’s going through the motions until bedtime. They should have a mother who is present in the moment, and happy, and not daydreaming about being on an island alone with that guy from the Twilight books.

When I can’t get away, I’m thankful for the things that make my life easier. Reality television.

Chinese takeout. Nap time. Warm days. Huggies Little Mover Diapers.

Sometimes it’s nice to exhale and forget about the stress of parenting obligations…even if you’re exhaling with three children on your lap.

(Psst, it helps if you close your eyes and pretend you’re sitting next to a sparkly vampire, or so I’ve heard…)

 

 

- Brittany, Barefoot Foodie
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