I just wanted to blow dry my hair this morning. To smooth it out with a flat iron and feel pretty.
I’ve worn it wet and curly for the past week. The curls get all weird and frizzy and I feel even more disheveled than I did before I showered. I smell like milk and spit up and my tummy still looks several months pregnant. Hormones are making me sweaty. Mascara can’t hide my tired eyes. I didn’t think a second child would make such a difference in our family’s tidy, established routine.
Just as I was starting the blow dryer, Paisley began crying, reminding me–her sole food supply–that it’s time to eat. Now.
Wet hair. No vitamins or water to wash them down. Smeared make up. Frantic. Late to pick up Joey for brunch at Kitchen No. 324. If it weren’t for my mom/Superwoman, I’m not sure I would have been wearing shoes. She has been so incredibly helpful the past three weeks. I seriously could not have done this without her. I’m not supposed to lift anything heavier than 10 lbs. post-c-section and Finn needs to be lifted just about everywhere. She’s been a saint…a saint with an aching back, no less. Thank you, Mom.
Anyway…Finn and Paisley are teaching me to chill out. To remember this time of delirious exhaustion is fleeting. Reminding me to enjoy the little things–the beautiful minutia that comprises our days.
Here’s what they taught me this week:
We need rest. Get it when and where you can.
You’re blessed when you find pineapple in your fruit cup.
Play it cool.
Wear what makes you happy.
Thankful today for the little ones who help me savor the little things.