I never realized all the free time I had before I was a mom. I mean, it felt like I was generally pretty busy, always had something to do or that I could be doing. Now, free time is like finding $100 bill on the floor.
I’m currently working two jobs, writing a book, completing home visits here and there for out of town rescuing looking to adopt to locals. Plus, there’s our 7 fur kids, the house and all the other normal stuff us adults must do.
If I’m not sitting behind my desk for eight hours at the cubicle farm, I’m taking care of the babe. If Shelby happens to be sleeping, then I’m likely doing freelance marketing or working on the book. (You know, the book that I was SO excited a publisher had shown interest in. The one that I wanted to have completed by the start of the new year. Yeah, I’m three chapters in.)
Mommy hood is the most AMAZING job on the face of this planet and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but I would consider selling a kidney for just a few more hours in a week. I’d spend that time sleeping or just doing something relaxing or, I’d eat.
Yeah, that’s one thing they don’t tell you about being a mommy. By the time, you get out of work, pick up the baby from the sitter, feed and potty the fur kids, vacuum the house, change the babes diaper, give her a bottle, change her onesie because she spit up all over herself, clean the litter pans, feed the cats, give the baby another bottle, etc. there’s no time to eat. If there is time to eat chances are the baby will scream and cry the moment you set them down and you’ll up abandoning the food you just made. Or you’ll set it on the table and look at it longingly while the baby smiles and giggles in your lap.
I know every woman experiences post pregnancy or post-delivery differently, but I can honestly say that being Shelby’s mom has made me a better person. It has made me strive to be the best I can be and to work that much hard to get where I want to go. I want my daughter to be able to look at her mother and have a role-model. I don’t want to tell her she can be anything she wants to be when her own mother didn’t chase her dreams. I know that doesn’t mean I will succeed in achieving my goals, but at least she will see that I tried and I didn’t just settle for what became comfortable.
I may poke fun at the less than ideal happenings of motherhood like wearing spit up as a fashion accessory, but there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for that little girl. Work two jobs, function on barely any sleep, I’ll do it all tenfold if it means she’s happy, healthy and I get to hug her every single day.