I have come to the conclusion that I want to be a supermom.

What does that include? Let me see… I have a long list of things I need to do over here. Would you like me to read it to you?

1. Dishes- washed, pharmacy dried, buy cialis put away.

2. Clean surfaces- Counter, clinic stove, tables.

3. Laundry- washed, folded, pun away

4. Dinner- Left overs or something new… (that will open its own can of worms and extra dishes to clean)

5. Room- Never ending abyss of boxes, baby stuff, and blankets.

6. Neylan- feed, change, clean, hold, rock to sleep… redo this cycle all over again. ๐Ÿ˜›

7. Post for the day- which does not always happen.

8. Do something nice for myself

Most days I am so consumed with my daily chores that doing something nice for myself and my black hole of a room never get touched. Why am I always stuck in the rut of only doing my main chores!? And all of a sudden I remember because my son is crying after waking up from his nap.

Yesterday was one of those days…

The weather was pathetic and Neylan and mommy could not go outside without getting cold and soaked. The dreary overcast day made both baby and mother quite unhappy, as overcast weather tends to do to people.

I woke up and decided that, “you know, maybe I’ll eat some food. I’m hungry”. Neylan was grumpy upon waking up, which is very out of the norm for his chipper self. I put him into the pack and play, hoping that he would play with his toys and all he did was stand up, hold onto the side of the pack and play, look at me and give me the “Mommy hurt my feelings” cry. I felt bad and decided to pick him up… and I held him the entire time that I made my food.

Did I try to put him down so I could eat my food? Of course I did. Did it happen? NOPE!ย I held him all day.

Although it was frustrating to me to not be able to get anything accomplished and seeing the dishes by the sink pile up, I can just imagine how he felt. He was miserable. When I was younger and unhappy, I wanted my mother also. Poor Neylan can only communicate with cries, tears, and babbles, so when he has a problem I don’t always know what it is.

He’s a baby; what kind of problems does he have? Well, for one, he could have another urinary tract infection and those are no fun. He also has two teeth and is drooling all over the place. Could he be teething again? He is allergic to kitties. Could he be itchy? Could the weather just be making him moody? It could be any number of things.

I just gave in. I decided that I would spend time with him and try to ease his moody cries. My dishes stayed in a messy pile. my counter tops dirty, and for another day, my room stayed untouched.

It reminded me of the cross-stitched picture that my Auntie Jody made for my mother before I was born. Every time I see it and have its reminder, I cry because it is so true and I don’t feel like I spend enough time with Neylan.

The poem is called “Babies Don’t Keep”:

Cooking and cleaning can wait til tomorrow
For babies grow up, I’ve learned to my sorrow
So, settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.


The day we went home. 3 weeks old

For this mother, it feels like her baby boy just got home from the hospital yesterday. But he isn’t 3 weeks old. He is 9 months, and 4 days old. He won’t be the same age tomorrow or the day after.

This mother needs to realize, “Yes, there are some days that you can’t do anything, and you know what,ย Megan? That is O.K. Stop focusing on your chores. They’ll always be there, and you’ll get them done. Hold your baby, because someday he won’t be.”


Big boy! 9 months, 4 days old!

Preaching to the choir,

Megan A.K.A. “Mom”