So this is my first night home alone with baby in over six months. Daddy was supposed to start working again tonight, but instead he is running all over the place helping people help refugees. I think that’s an awesome first fruits of his first “work night.”
All is not going as planned on the home front either. I had visions of going for a run, catching up on my blog, posting our trip to San Francisco and then trip to visit cousins in Athens, GA, and cleaning and unpacking and making pie. But instead baby is super clingy and 12 hours before mommy and baby alone time was supposed to start mommy sat down poorly on the arm of a couch and believes she bruised her tailbone. It hurts all the way to my head.
I’ve always known that my job, going to work, was easier than staying home all day with the baby. Even though I do the most with her in the evenings, it’s completely different when there is someone there to watch her while you take breaks or do something else. The home alone with baby job is hard.
But, it got a lot easier when I put down my goals list and played. So what if she wanted me to help her do 100 somersaults. I’ve been saying I was looking forward to mommy-baby bonding time that hits a new level when you have alone time. But as soon as I had the chance, I was too distracted by my list of goals to enjoy it. A fussy baby set me straight.
Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to blog. Hopefully tomorrow my tailbone won’t ache. But regardless, I will rejoice in our blessings. As my SIL has been saying, attitude is a choice. My husband is generous and happy, my baby is healthy and now asleep at my side. I am blessed.