Catching My Breath

Some days just seem to slip by. I wake up with the best intentions of doing all kinds of things like updating this blog, writing an article I promised to do, send out adoption announcements, go to yoga… but no matter how much time there is - there never seems to be quite enough.

I guess that’s what happens when you have three kiddos.

You know the saying… “Being a mom is the hardest job you’ll ever have” – and it’s so damn true. Holy **** – this stuff is hard. Rewarding and amazing – YES – but really hard. And honestly, this mom thing should come with a hefty salary!

Fortunately for all of us, we have a pretty solid routine. The three of them sleep through the night (I’m talking 12 hours) and they take two naps a day. The nap thing is so nice – and just enough time to fold some laundry and take a shower. I am never taking for granted again the joys of taking a long, hot shower. It’s a rarity with three 1-year-olds. And forget about blowing out my hair. Please people. That maybe happens once a week, which brings me to my new mom hair. It’s called a pony tail with one of those thin black elastic headbands that I usually reserve for working out. And my favorite new outfit – Lululemon yoga pants and whatever clean shirt I can find. Thank GOD for Lululemon. Their pants are not only comfortable, but they also make your ass look its best possible self. (Just be warned, they are quite pricey, so check out their sale stuff online or at an outlet.)

But despite my new “mom” hair style, the 7-day yoga pant regimen, and occasional bags under my eyes (I desperately need a facial, a haircut and some highlights to cover protruding grays) – this whole mom thing is pretty special. Like my husband says, when you pick them up and they wrap their chubby arms around your neck and squeeze you with their little legs, it makes it all worth it. Worth all the craziness, the three of them screaming at the same time, the non-stop loads of laundry and lack of adult time. It really is all worth it – especially when they are sound asleep upstairs, healthy and happy, and we get to have a glass of wine or two… and just for a moment … catch our breath.