Some days I find (or rather, think I have found) balance.
I am able to get up out of bed (on time, rarely), give my boys a little smooch, head to work (in a semi put together outfit), work, come home un-exhausted (I warned you, I make up words), smooch above referenced husband off to work, feed and bathe Noah, and manage to complete other wifely, blogging, and life duties before 11pm.
And other days, like today...not so much.
I can barely manage to make it to work on time (not to mention sporting horribly not-so-cute shoes), have a heart wrenching time leaving a crying baby boy (something about recent phrase of "mama no" in the morning makes it all too easy to stay home), change into pajamas the second I walk in from work, and spend the evening eating dinner in the form of fresh apples off the tree and picking tomatoes out of the garden, succumbing to Noah's begging to go "ow-siiiiiiiiie".
...and it feels amazing.
Sure, there are dishes in the sink, and sticky messes on the floor.
Laundry to be done, and rooms to be cleaned.
But today, it was ok to be a little unbalanced - to eat a banana split for dessert instead of folding laundry, to watch a little late night "Lorax" instead of mopping floors.
One of these days that balance will find me. I'll be that mom in the grocery store, with perfect hair, a seemingly well-behaved little one, grocery list in order, and grace about her ways...
...but until then, you may catch me on my A-game of preparedness - but you're more than likely to see me in the grocery store with a frantic look about me (probably wearing gym clothes - NOT after working out), with a grumpy child, scrambling to find my coupons, and bordering meltdown in the produce section.
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