Between my husband and my son, you would think a puppy would be out of the picture for us. Apparently we think we’re invincible. We have had Meeko the American Corgi running our house for almost four whole days. Having eight months to adjust to my son and his habits, I thought this would be so much easier than it currently seems. Apparently we picked the exact time when my son decided to transition from three to two naps per day, just for the extra splash of disruption to our ‘normal routine.’
I want to talk about our life a little bit, just for some perspective on my content. My husband, myself, our son, and new fur baby all live with my husband’s mother and her significant other. I love them both wholeheartedly, but living in a dual family household, the dynamics are bound to get a little hectic. We do the best we can to take care of our own messes and spaces, but with my son and our Meeko, I feel like I am constantly asking for help. My least favorite thing to ask for. I am so scatterbrained at the moment, I can hardly do much outside of autopilot mode. Our space is mainly in the basement, and if you know anything about babies or corgis, you know that neither can use the stairs. Which is unfortunate, however, I can currently carry them both because neither are more than 18 lbs. It looks ridiculous, but mama does what she has to do to keep the boys happy.
Now, my husband does work an awfully large amount of time on the second shift, so he is home just enough to eat, shower, and sleep. Any more time than that is bonus time. With that being said, our home life and duties are up to me for the most part. I am not one of those wonderful people who can cook and clean all day without being sarcastic and crabby all day. Because of this, I try to keep myself busy, but not exhausted. I remind myself every few hours that I am doing the best I can and any more would only hurt my relationship with myself and everyone around me. Again, not a happy camper if I overdo it. As much as I have always tried to do it all and bust my behind to get it all finished with a smile, that ain’t me. If that is you, YOU GO! YES! But I am not the one. Long term, I just break down. So, in order to keep my sanity, sometimes we eat out. By sometimes I mean multiple times a week. Sometimes we have two baskets of laundry that are dirty instead of one. Sometimes we just sit on the couch during our boy’s nap and just bask in the silence. Sometimes we don’t leave the house because I can’t do more than take care of us in the most bare minimum type of way possible. It happens. And I am no better or worse than anyone for living my life that way because that is what works best for us and our life.
Even right now I am writing this blog to blow off some steam! I type aggressively so the frustrations just fly out of my fingertips. I needed to find my outlet to soothe the angry troll inside. I still find it hard some days to come home to everyone and not snap on little things. I did this to my mother in law last night. I apologized, but I should have noticed how close I was before I got there. I live within 10 minutes of each of my parents’ houses as well. Between the three, I get a little on edge some days. I love and admire all of the sweet time they get with my son, I really do! I am not writing this to say I do it all alone. I don’t. If that’s you, YOU GO! YES! But I don’t. I have more help than most and help at the drop of a dime if I need it. It is a beautiful thing for both my son and my mind. However, like anything, it’s so good in moderation. Without a few breaks from everyone here and there, I don’t know where I would stand in my relationships with anyone. While I have everyone close, I appreciate the time together and try not to feel guilty for appreciating the time apart. My husband does not want to wake up after working his heart out to a grumpy wife because I am overextending myself. He wants to relax and have fun with the family before he leaves for the night.
My husband and I both grew up in Missouri, me completely and him mostly. Our hometowns are about 25 to 30 minutes apart. Crazy we never met before Tinder. HAHA. We dated for two years and BAM. We got engaged and found out we were having our son in June of 2020. Because of the panoramic, pandemi, panini, whatever you want to call it, we had a super small backyard wedding in October of 2021. Yes, I was pumpkin sized by then. The pictures are both wonderful and hilarious. We have been happily married for almost a year now and my trusty, dependable husband has yet to kick me out! PHEW! We have been raising our wonderful bundle of joy and chaos for a little over 8 months now, and life just seems to change and fly by in the blink of an eye. Whole new adventure and hurdles to look forward to with every new day.
So that is our crazy, wonderful, beautiful life in a nutshell. Leave me a comment, so I know I am not the only one here feeling both the heat and spice of life oh so regularly.
Not So Motherly Instincts 