And the good news is? I feel better now.
I do have to admit, though--that yesterday morning? I still felt defeated. I felt run down. I felt tired. Too tired to conquer the day. I so badly wanted to conquer yesterday super-mom style. You know. Do something spontaneous & fun with my baby. Have a day filled with laughs & giggles that would certainly overshadow the momma breakdown the night before. But I couldn't.
All I could muster up was a text to my momma, practically begging for just a few short hours alone while I could just recompose myself. My parents are rockstars when it comes to rescuing me in these situations. I kid you not. I pull into their driveway, they're waiting at the door for us, they practically dive-bomb my car to unstrap Eme from her carseat and rid me away for some alone time. It's fantastic. Faster than the blink of an eye. Especially in those situations. I pray I can be like that for my daughters (and grandkids) one day.
I got myself the longest, most relaxing pedicure a girl could ever have. Thanks to a gift certificate for a mani/pedi from my friend that I just cashed in for a deluxe pedi. Oh. Yea. I picked the brightest, mintiest green color, because why the hell not? And then I just did nothing. For almost two hours. TWO HOURS I got completely foot-pampered. And it was heaven on earth.
I was a better mom because of that. Don't laugh. It's true. Momma's need a time-out, too.
But today? Today was a different story. I woke up to the sun shining and the birds chirping. After a full nights sleep for everyone. I decided against lingering in PJ's all morning and instead got us both dressed and ready for the day right away. I had a kick in my step, I did. Enjoy today? Yes. Yes, we will.
|because WHAT is there not to love about polka dot sunglasses?|
And there's something to be said about what I like to call red-cart-cruises. I mean, really? Lingering all those fun aisles of Target, full of shoes, accessories, scarves, and dresses. Yes. I admit, it makes me happy. And finding the prettiest Easter dress for Emeline? That's smile-worthy, too.
So is stock-piling crap from the dollar spot. It's all smile-worthy in my book.
And then chick-fil-a dates with her sweet cousin, Kylie. Can't make those smiles up.
As we drove home, sun-roof down, me and the little lady both rocking our funky sunglasses and fist pumping to random pop songs that came on Pandora, I felt genuine happiness again.