It would be more fitting if the URL to this blog would be "the fumbling of motherhood" instead of "the humbling of motherhood". I feel like I've fumbled through the last 15 weeks thanks to a constant fog of sleeplessness and one-track-mindedness. Max being that single track, of course.
I'm pretty klutzy by nature. I've been know to walk into buildings, parking meters and trees (seriously). I trip over my own feet and I've unintentionally elbowed my husband in the face enough time to make him think I'm doing it on purpose. Since I gave birth, things have gotten out of control.
It starts in the morning. I fumble to turn off my buzzing alarm, panicked it might wake the baby. In the process I knock books, cell phones and pacifiers off my nightstand. Then I head downstairs for 15 minutes of blog reading, coffee and breakfast before the rest of the house wakes. My lazy fingers often fail me as I try to type in a password or make some food. I've recently come across some less than family friendly websites by mistyping a letter or two. Just yesterday I fumbled with the oatmeal lid causing a half full container of oats to splay across a dirty kitchen floor. When sweeping up the mess, I knocked myself in the jaw with the handle of the broom.
Getting showered and dressed for the day brings more mistakes. I get to work to find only one eyelid lined or one leg shaved. Twice now I've started to pump before leaving, only to realize I didn't screw on the collection cup. Just walking from my back door to my garage has resulted in two faceplants. I now leave the high heels off until I reach my office. After dropping Max off at day care last week, I got a call 60 seconds after driving away saying I left my checkbook AND my work badge in the tuition office.
I'm not much better once I get to work and don't have to worry about keeping Max alive. I need to triple and quadruple check emails before sending, for fear I forgot a word or worse, and entire sentence. I fumble on the phone, calling co-workers to ask a question then immediately forgetting the question when they pick up. I leave stuff everywhere. Someone is constantly telling me I left my phone or beverage on their desk. I leave clumsily written post it note reminders all over my monitor so I don't forget to complete important tasks...like swiping in and out.
I'm so busy thinking about Max's latest development, diaper issues or doctor appointments that I fumble through the rest of my life, hoping I can make it from point A to point B without injuring myself of forgetting something vital, like bringing along my cell phone, or putting on underwear. I walk into the grocery store for one thing, manage to spend $50 and walk about without purchasing the item that necessitated the trip. I have even been avoiding the treadmill for fear that I will get on it, fumble, trip, fall and be shot off the belt, Jackass style.
I know soon this will pass. I'll get more sleep, I'll get more accustom to being responsible for someone another person's life and I'll start catching on to where I most commonly fumble and take action to prevent another occurrence. I'll be that has-it-together, well dressed working mom....someday. But now, I'm just going to try and not fall in the shower.
I found you through the blog hop, and I love this post! Having no sleep can do crazy things to your coordination and thinking. Plus being a working mom? I know how that goes, but it gets better, I promise.
Things will get better Mama. Promise. Call or email me if you ever need to talk. Don't forget, I'm only two weeks ahead of you in this journey, so I know how you feel. I locked the car keys in the house twice last week. Lex and I had to wait in the heat until someone came to let us in. We need to get together soon. We didn't have our monthly date in June, we must catch up.
Christ, I do the grocery store thing all the time and I don't even have an excuse! At least you're still putting on makeup and shaving your legs, if not entirely successfully all the time :)
My boy is eight months old and I am just NOW coming out of the fog. I have found that lists help...when I can remember to make them! :) Hang in there, it does get better!
Hi, so nice to meet you. Your son is so cute. My son is 17 years old and will be in high school in the fall. I enjoyed every moment even during the stressful times.
I'm a new follower from central Texas.
I hope that as the sleep increases, the fumbling decreases.
Stopping by from SITS - very cute blog! And it WILL all fall together eventually. Either that, or you'll just get used to being absentminded and aloof, like I have! =]
Oh no! It sounds like you do have a life full of glitches : ) Don't worry though, it sounds like you are doing a SPLENDID job of keeping the baby on track : )
Too funny. Sometimes we just have to laugh at our own fumbles. I hear you on the forgetfulness. I'm always holding onto so much stuff and never remembering where I put it. My cell phone and keys are the worst. I love your blog!
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