Yesterday I had the luxury of getting my hair done… in an actual salon… and not leaning over the sink of your hairdresser friend (no offense ladies, you know we love you to the moon and back, but there is something special and luxurious about actually getting to GO to a salon… Even the word salon sounds so much more fancier and forbidden after you have a kid. Kidding, kidding, it’s not THAT bad. Some priorities just shift post-kiddo.
Anyways, I got to visit with a dear old friend of mine and she asked what was new, oh you know, just growing another human, taking care of an existing baby (or two if we want to include husbands 😉 keeping up with work obligations, and staying sane (because that takes effort these days).
The cute girl cutting my hair asked how being a mom was, if I liked it. Haha what a funny question, I thought. But as I thought about my day before… I replied, “well all of my dining room chairs are more or less permanently upside-down, I wiped off a entire pouch of baby food off the wall, floor, and the dog, my kitchen stool is kept ON the counter, I took toy horses out of the garbage can, my shower is a home for “treasures” found around the house, and I fished a chicken out of the air vent…. I absolutely LOVE it.”
I have ONE… just ONE… and I have daily list of stories. She is the best kind of handful. She is exhausting and quite the spitfire. I am constantly floored by the mischief, imagination, and energy. I wouldn’t trade these experiences for the world. So you may end up replacing things faster due to child induced “accidents”, buying more – or larger bottles of wine, or in my pregnant case… the 1lb bars of Trader Joes chocolate, losing sleep, and your ability to be “on-top” of everything 100% of the time… but holy cow its the best, most unpredictable, most exhausting, hilarious, and rewarding adventure of love I have ever been given the grace of going on. I’m happy to be real and frank with those people who ask, “how is it?” ha hell, you asked! But you better bet you will hear an “I absolutely love it, and its better than I imagined” at the end.
I am the second oldest of 8 kids – I grew up being the second mom. So chaos is not the least bit foreign to me… but there is something different and special when its YOUR house, YOUR first time as parents, with YOUR kids. Irreplaceable memories…
We are THRILLED to add another munchkin to the family this summer.. 2x the love, 2x the adventure, 2x the stories.
I’ll never forget the adorably shocked look on G’s face when she ran to me and started gibbering and yelling “BAAAAK! BAAAK!” She took my hand and led me to the open register on the floor in the corner of the living room and shook her head, shrugged her solders, and continued to yell “BAAK! BAAAK!” towards the hole in the floor… oh great…
PS… don’t ever let me let my hair go this long without a cut/color again…
xo – J
