Bug and I waiting for our table at Cheesecake Factory over the weekend.
Am I the only one who thinks that the way they pack people in like sardines creates awkward close table conversations?
{her teachers call her Sunshine, you can see why}
When I decided to stay home with my kids, I wanted to be the fieldtrip Momma. You know the one who plans her whole calendar around chaperoning.
BUT things change.
Like having a 15 month old who does not sit quietly in his stroller. So fieldtrips are not fair to him or her for that matter.
Buggie had a fieldtrip this week, she REALLY wanted me to go, I REALLY wanted to go. But it was right in the middle of nap time, plus I knew her little brother would not be cool with it.
Enter Momma guilt.
My well intended friend text me pictures of Buggie doing her thang. It mad me cry.
Bad cry, ugly cry.
And here it comes {truth time}, I felt resentment towards him. He was preventing me from being there with her. I was not cool with the feeling on so many levels.
But it was real.
I am real.
A real Momma, not perfect but I do my best.
I showered him with extra kisses and hugs that day, more Momma guilt.
Does it ever end?!
I love her. I love him.
And I am a real momma, with real feelings good or bad.
Please tell me I am not alone.
Ok enough with the serious stuff.
Do you embrace? You should.
