A Caged Bird

Ah, it’s just rough sometimes. Little Blueberry is adorable and I am so lucky to be his mom.
And, sometimes there is just “stuff” in the baggage of life that makes some days tough. I feel pretty far away from my family. I miss my mom every day – still (when does that stop?). Mr. Silly Pants has been very busy at work. I’m not getting enough exercise. Dinner for the masses takes a lot out of me every night. Did I mention the laundry yet? The dog needs more attention and training than I have to give him. And my family, again. My dad hasn’t even met Blueberry yet. My bro hasn’t either – he’s got his hands full right now. My sister is keeping the hearth and caring for her son who is sick. I miss my sister too. I don’t feel like I get to share this new family experience with my family. Yeah, that’s the crux of it. I’m pretty blue about it tonight. A good night’s sleep should help…but we haven’t had one of those in awhile. LOL. My mom would say just put your head down and grind through it, so that’s what I’ll do. G’nite.
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3 responses to “A Caged Bird

  1. Hang in there sister. Spring is on the way. Blueberry will fall into a reasonable sleep pattern someday. I wish I could help. Hope you’re feeling better this morning.I’m sorry you’re missing your family. Having not had a mom for quite some time now, I sort of forget, until a child comes, then it all comes flooding back. Then I feel downright screwed.

  2. Take some time for yourself – even just to the local coffee shop for an hour or two while little man naps – you need to take care of yourself too!

  3. Hmmm, time for some serious “Meghan Time.” Someone in your household ought to be able to cough up a day for you to get away, clear your head, find your non-mommy self. I think you need an entire day at the bookstore or library. And maybe you ought to consider putting the family on a meal rotation—i.e., they make dinner one night a week. In any case, take care. All of those you take care of—they would want you to take care of yourself also. P.S. I don’t think you ever stop missing your mom.

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