My little guy is kind of a slow poke.
I don’t mean with running, because that kid is FAST. I mean he’s slow with developmental milestones. He was slow to crawl, slow to walk, and slow to talk. (But he was 9 pounds at birth, and got all of his teeth well before 18 months, so there’s that).
Like many naive new parents, I always thought my kid would be the fastest
Before I had my son, I was the queen of productivity. I could clean the entire house in one afternoon. I would make a to-do list, finish everything on it and then some. If I wanted something done, I got it done.
Now that I have entered motherhood, most of what I can accomplish is limited to the small window
As you know or can imagine, traveling with kids is just a complete joy (Insert thick sarcasm here). They get thrown off of their routines, they don’t sleep well, and while they remain adorable through all of this they also become unmanageable little terrors.
We had the privilege of being able to attend my brother’s graduation at the end of last month. We’d struggled
I had another one of those days. A day that didn’t turn out awesome. It started out fine, and basically went to crap as the day wore on.
I’ve become moderately obsessed with vinyl, and I was at the very end of a complex project, and I messed it up. It was a layered project and while putting it together I didn’t align it right, and I ruined the entire thing.
I had a significant realization recently. About something troubling.
I complain about blessings. ALL THE TIME.
This sounds ridiculous, but it happens to most of us.
There is a beautiful, crazy, destructive, sweet, tiny human that entered my life almost two years ago. He is an ENORMOUS blessing, but sometimes I forget. Sometimes, I think more about the restrictions on my freedom
If you’ve been on Thoughts, Dots, and Tots before, you probably heard me talk about self-care before. And… I’m going to talk about it again. Its something that I absolutely cannot cover enough. It’s not because I’m out of ideas, or I’ve forgotten what I’ve written about before. This topic is simply so important that it bears repeating.
I’m
I’ve written about daycare on the blog before. About why I refuse to apologize for taking my son to daycare, and why I refuse to apologize for my decision to be a working mom. A list of tips for choosing quality daycare. In the broader scope of this topic, I even had someone write into the advice column asking about dealing working when they want to be stay home with their kids.
Why
It’s one of those times. I have an almost completed post that I’m just about ready to hit publish on, and I knew in my heart I needed to talk about something else. That post is important as well, but it can wait.
I’ve been feeling down this weekend. Super duper below the crust of the earth down, and just plain worthless. After every interaction I’ve had this weekend I was convinced
“You just need to get over it.”
“Stop wallowing.”
“Snap out it.”
“It could always be worse.”
A few weeks ago, I was talking with someone who was experiencing some significant struggles in their life, and they told me that someone close to them told them they just needed to “get over it”.
That ranks in my personal top 5 of worst advice to give someone. It’s
“Are you new? I don’t know you.”
There I was, sitting waiting for the last hour of church to start, and I look up to see a woman that I knew by name. Two of her kids were in the Sunday school class that I taught every Sunday. I had spoken to her at least 3 separate times. I did my best to keep my reply polite, even though I was hurt. “I moved in about 2 years ago”.
It would
