Sometimes a mom article—a momicle, if you will—comes along that just gets it.
"Messy" and "mommy" absolutely go hand in hand. And if anyone says otherwise, they're big fat liars. Rosi Colosi (if that IS your real name) you complete me. Thank you for capturing my day in a nut shell with your truth timetable:
6 a.m.: My first alarm goes off. I wake up and hear nothing. Bliss. I hit snooze.
9:15 a.m.: I spend exactly two minutes putting on clothes. I do not shower or brush my hair.
10 a.m.: The babysitter arrives. HOORAY! I have freedom, blessed freedom, until 5 p.m. After a morning like today, I am thrilled to sit down with a hot cup of coffee and work furiously without ever once hearing: "MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!"
5 p.m.: I return home, tired from staring at a computer screen but just refreshed enough to rejoice with the babysitter that the 3-year-old pooped after she came home from daycare and calm enough to cope with the fact that the 1-year-old barely napped and will likely be a bedtime disaster.
8 p.m.: I walk out of the bedroom, leaving both girls wide awake. I turn on the Real Housewives of New York. Now I have about two hours of "me" time, which includes: picking up toys, disposing of uneaten dinner food, emptying backpacks, running the dishwasher, and eating my own dinner of microwave popcorn and red wine. Maybe I'll even shower (finally!). Or maybe I'll just lay down and let Bravo lull me to sleep
Sigh. You just get me. You really do. If you got me anymore, I'd probably accuse you of peeping through my windows. But it makes sense that you do— our kids are roughly the same age. A fact that makes me simultaneously sorrowful and utterly joyous—sorrowful because I know how hard it can be and joyous because at least I know someone else is suffering alongside with me. #sorrynotsorry
Solidarity, sister. 👊 Through all the teething and the pooping and the Watch What Happens Live-ing, we got this. Hey! I've got an idea. What do you say you message me tonight around, oh say, falling-asleep-on-the-couch thirty or half past wine? We can cheers each other via bitmoji for surviving another dirty day...and blissfully forget, if even for one messy moment, that another one is soon to dawn.
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