I woke up this morning feeling like I’ve been such a lazy mom. Not literally, I do a million things, but there’s one thing I hadn’t done in a while. I hadn’t actually dressed the baby. Most of the time he stays in his jammies during the day, unless there’s a reason to put him in real clothes. Anyway, today I realized it’s been a while and was judgey with myself.
So I dressed him. He looked so cute. Fifteen minutes later he had pooped and spit up all over himself. Nice. Second try. I kept all my patience and got him dressed again. Aw, so cute. Ten minutes later, covered in spit up again. So he spent some time half dressed until I could clean up all the crazy and find him another clean shirt.
Ok, now I remember why he doesn’t get dressed often. Here I am trying to be a “good” mom by making my kid wear clothes and he’s just all about making some laundry. Silliness. Pj’s it is. He’s happy, I’m happy, and it’s a good reminder that I need to stop judging myself about minute details that don’t even matter.
Joyful Striving 