You are an addiction. Like a siren's song, your little red logo draws me in and hypnotizes me. I touch you just to "see" and before I know it, all I want to do is pin, pin, pin!
You muddle my brain and numb my senses. As you draw me in with your tantalizing recipes and crafts, my life's purpose becomes to pin just one more! But it's all a lie, an illusion. There's never just one more! There is just more, more and MORE!
Here's a little poem I wrote for you, Pinterest, because I still love you.
After another night of minimal sleep, I was again a bit groggy. It didn't
help that dear son started getting into things from the moment his eyes opened
(which is of course expected but still.)
Dear Hubby was getting ready for work as I was running around chasing the
baby. He stopped to watch us for a moment and asked: “Do you miss going to
work?”
That is a question I've pondered upon from time to time but each time my
answer is an unequivocal “No”. I don't miss going to work at all. What I
do miss is being able to complete tasks uninterrupted and having a sense
of accomplishment.
I'm a list maker by nature. I make lists and put everything I need to do and
cross things off as I complete each task even if it's something as menial as
"take a shower" (which these days is a total luxury). It always gave
me a sense of accomplishment, as if I did something and didn't totally waste my
day.
Yesterday, I was trying to do some dishes during nap time and Hyder kept
waking up. I had to stop, run to him, put him back down, come back and start
the dishes again only to have to stop once more to look after him. I love him
to death but man, I just need to feel a sense of accomplishment; even if it's
only for having done the stinkin' dishes when I wanted to. I'm not (yet) desperate enough to do the dishes after everyone has gone to bed. I hope I never am or I'll be getting even less sleep.
For now, I think I'm going to stick with doing only what's necessary and napping/pinning/youtubing (Is that even a word?) while the baby naps.
AND
Here's something to help you waste your time while the baby naps. This always makes me smile!
Motherhood is a dangerous job. I always knew that it would be tough, but I never realized the dangers that come with the territory.
In the past few weeks, I have endured the following:
Been repeatedly bitten by a teething baby. And,those bites HURT! No, seriously, they do. If you don't believe me, watch this.
Been scratched. Repeatedly. With trimmed nails that never lose their dagger like sharpness.
Had my hair pulled out from the roots. I think I'm already half bald. Good thing I wear a Hijab*, I guess.
Been woken up 1,000 times during the night by a teething baby who just wanted to be held. Yes, as soon as I picked him up, he was sleeping again. I, on the other hand, was not.
Haven't had a full night sleep (read "a good night") sleep in nine (9) months.
Woken up to a warm, fuzzy feeling only to realize that the diaper leaked (we co-sleep). On my bed, on my clothes, on my comforter. Oh, how laundry has become my new best friend.
Have sprinted across the house, out of shower, and out of the bathroom at the sound of a crying baby only to find the baby sound asleep. (Yes, I do own and use a baby monitor but you cannot ignore a mother's intuition.)
All this, coupled with the normal stresses of life, is enough to drive anyone insane. But, in the past 9 months, I have also learned something very peculiar. On the days I'm most irritable, he does the most adorable things.
I would be huffing and puffing around the house, holding onto the last teeny tiny thread of my patience, and he will go and do something so cute that all my frustration and irritability will just vanish!
Like today, he found his way to the kitchen garbage can. This doesn't seem like something awesome or funny but what really made me laugh was how he did it. He had watched me open the can with my foot to throw away some trash yesterday and today as soon as he spotted the little foot-presser thingy, he made a beeline for it from across the living room--crawling UNDER a CHAIR and then plopping on his belly right in front of the can and began pressing the foot-press with his little hand to get it to open! How quickly he learns! That just melted my heart.
Motherhood comes with good, bad, horrible and just down right terrible days but even the most terrible day can be turned around by focusing on the little things. There are no sick days, vacations or paid lunches or even bathroom breaks (although they would be nice) but there are plenty of wet kisses, cuddles, and hugs to make it all worthwhile.
What do you try to focus on to keep yourself sane?
