It could have been magic, but I turned away. It had been a long day. Kyen kept me up most of the night with his snoring (he was sleeping with us because of his cold). I spent an hour cooking a homemade veggie burger that was bland and not worth the big mess in my recently cleaned kitchen. The dogs were barking to go outside, even though they had been out just 45 minutes earlier. …
I’ve been weaning Kyen from nursing, and was prepared for this morning’s nursing to be the last one. But tonight as I read Mav a goodnight story, I hear Kyen crying from his room though he is supposed to be asleep. It’s a soft cry, not like his blood-curdling scream that he’s known for. It lands square in the center of my heart. I interpret his cry to be an asking for special time with …
Being a mom with two babies at home has been hard for me. Since Kyen was born I haven’t reconnected to my self. Trying to balance it all, I’ve kicked ass at my job and being a mom, done ok at being a friend/daughter/sister, but I’ve been pretty shitty at being a wife and taking care of myself. My husband has gotten what patience and love is left over at the end of the day …