It’s Ok.
It’s Ok that Logan
was an hour late for school this morning.
It’s Ok.
Because he was tired. Because Brodie was tired, too. Because
I knew if I let them sleep an extra hour, they’d be in better moods, which
meant I would be in a better mood. Because I was dressed AND
had make-up on when we finally made it to school, which, I’ll admit, never
happens. Because some days, it’s more important to like your kids than be on
time.
Me and The Bump. Feeling totally Spring
It’s Ok.
It’s Ok that I woke up to two sets of pissy clothes this
morning, piled in the bathroom floor.
It’s Ok.
Because they changed their own pajamas in the middle of the
night and didn’t feel the need to wake me up. Because one peed on a pallet in
the floor and the other one peed in the top bunk which left a dry bottom bunk,
which they both climbed into and fell back asleep. Because I finally made it to
that pile of clean laundry and put it all away, so when I had to wash a load of
wet clothes and sheets this morning, the laundry room was already emptied out.
It’s Ok.
It’s Ok that my schedule has been off this week and I’m a
little behind on sleep.
It’s Ok.
Because getting up with Jeremy at 3am means he’s been at the
dinner table every night this week, that he’s been at tee ball practice and tee
ball games and cub scout meetings, that we’ve been able to have a couple of
quiet cups of coffee together, even if it’s in the middle of the night. Because
I’ve gotten some major writing done in the wee hours of the morning while
everyone else is still asleep. Because Brodie has finally learned to watch TV
quietly while I sneak in a nap. Because I’m getting ready to have a third baby
and I’m going to have to learn to function that way in a few months anyway. I
might as well get used to it before I have a crying newborn to feed.
It’s Ok.
It’s Ok to buy maternity clothes at Wal-mart. And baby
clothes, for that matter.
It’s Ok.
Because they’re cute. Because they’re cheap. Because I want
to look cute but refuse to spend too much money on clothes I won’t wear after
about July. (Ever again, I swear it this time. NO MORE BABIES!) And why not buy
a cute onesie for three bucks that Baby Girl is probably going to puke on
anyway? It. Has. An. Owl. On. It!!
It’s Ok.
It’s all Ok.
Happy Thursday, Friends.
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