Diary of a SAHM: Week 1

I have officially been a stay-at-home parent for 8 days, and so far, everyone is surviving, which is priority #1. So, I'm rocking it. 

Clark has been great, but Cletus the Fetus #2 has been a typical 2nd child and has caused me to spend roughly 83% of my time at home puking my pregnant brains out. Glamorous, I know. But, I can now confirm my previous hunch that being sick and miserable at home in my pjs has been significantly better than doing so in business attire in front of my coworkers. And while it's definitely a gamble, pregnancy seems to be a pretty effective weight loss program for me, so there's a pretty silver lining!

I've had big, fun plans for Clark and I for several weeks now, and little to none of those have been accomplished so far. That has been tough for this planner of a mom to handle, but Clark has been an absolute trooper. That kid has laid next to me on the couch and watched more movies than I care to count, all without a single complaint. I have worried about how I will divide my attention between 2 kids, but didn't expect that struggle to happen quite so soon, or for it to be this unbalanced. There have been more than a few tears shed at the realization that I'm not the mom I want to be right now, because I'm often too sick to offer anything beyond basic care. 

While we haven't had any big adventures or checked anything off my to do list, we have managed to play, I'm guessing, about 52 games of Trouble. We don't keep official score, but if we did, my record would be around 3 - 49. We have also kept the dishes from completely overflowing (if Grandma is reading this, send dishwasher tablets, please!!!), the floors (mostly) swept, and while Daddy has still had to eat a few ham sandwiches for dinner, he's also been fed more homemade meals than usual. Even if literally 95% of this has been achieved in our pajamas, I still call it a win. Also, we're saving the environment by producing less laundry, so you could call us world conservation heroes. 

Today, despite day #4 in a row of feeling like death, I decided Clark had earned a little cheat to our schedule and chose to be the fun mom and make s'mores as our afternoon snack instead of our usual fruit or yogurt. 

Look at that chocolatey smile! Worth every empty calorie, crumb left to clean, and the impromptu sink bath that followed. No photo of me, mostly to protect my pride, as I looked like I had been attacked by an angry mob of chocolate chips and marshmallows. Hey - the "baby" needed those two, err, number to remain unmentioned s'mores! 

The stacked boxes of baby things that need to be gone through and the cleaning and the getting-dressed-by-noon-and-actually-leaving-the-house will get done 

eventually. This new gig has been brief, but it has already taught me that some days, success isn't measured by productivity. That's new for me, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. :)