This week has been a trying one to say the least. I'm home with Remy Jones by myself in our brand new house and not enough furniture to sit next to him and not be touched. Everything has a sticky spot and the ants are finding them more quickly than I can.
This week I have learned a few things about myself as a mom. I had lots of anxiety going into this week, but am trying to enjoy it more than count down until Daddy comes home.
I have learned that I can squeeze myself onto the tiniest slice of my own queen sized bed to make space for my cuddle bug. That slice on the right is my piece of dream land.
I have realized that I love the movie Trolls, and we watch it for me more so than him.
I have learned that he loves water when playing and hated bath time because it was a chore. Thank you, Splash Pad for fixing bath time for us
I have come to be okay that popsicles and the stains to follow are perfectly acceptable.
Mostly, I have learned that I am a good mom. The world is quick to try to tell me otherwise, to tell me he can't have a popsicle because he may stain his shirt... I am a good mom and my child is so happy. I am learning that God is using my anxieties for reassurance, to remind me that I can (He can) even when life is telling me I can't.






















