Today was a good day. We hung out with friends, went to the park, and saw "fishies and meow-meows" at Petco. The look of excitement on her face was so worth it. She smiled and said "happy" to me when I put her in the swing. London and I have been spending a lot of quality time together and I'm savoring our time alone before her sister arrives. I don't know what to expect, but my imagination runs wild at times and I envision the worst case scenario: a sink full of dishes, a crying newborn, a fussing toddler who doesn't understand why she can't be held too, a dog with a new ear infection that can't decide if she wants to be inside or outside, and myself in sweats that are covered in baby formula, applesauce and dog drool.
The upside to having this aforementioned picture in my mind is that if I imagine the worst and real life is better than that, I will be pleasantly surprised and grateful. Then I can ease into attaining a normal routine that isn't so extreme. Yes, there will be good days and bad ones, that's a given. It's just the unknown that makes my brain go wacky and picture these frazzled mom moments.
On the other hand, I have decided I don't care so much about furry floors, does it matter if I can tell whether they are dark wood maple or just white and dusty from Roxy's shedding? Dishes in the sink...I can learn to live with it for a while if it means my daughters are happy and laughing with me instead. Laundry piling up-no biggie because Scott rocks at helping with that kind of stuff. Cooking dinner is never my forte (unless you count breakfast for dinner or mac-n-cheese with turkey burgers a good meal) so cross that one off the list, he's better at it anyway and enjoys it. Lucky me. A new attitude about all that frees me up to try and have some fun with this new fork in the road that we're about to encounter. Isn't that the point? We should be having fun and enjoying our family. That's what I'm after.
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