It's been a wild ride, the last 6 months. Having a baby is hard. Marriage is hard. Being a working mom is hard. Being a married, working mom with multiple children and a brain injured husband is really fucking hard.
But...I'm getting through it. WE are getting through it. All of us.
I am thinking about changing the blog title from "Life's a Potty" to "Life's-a-fricken-mazing-everyday-feels-like-a-holiday.".....just to see what happens.
When days are difficult, my kids give me signs that everything will be o.k. like yesterday- when I had to rush home from a long day at work to get to a school meeting. I piled the kids in the car, drove to the park, strapped Quinn on my front, grabbed Hudson's hand and walked through the park down to school. I was sweating as we were a little late (I hate being late), walking downhill through soft grass in 3 inch wedges and a pencil skirt and Hudson looks at me and says "Mom, you look great, I guarantee someone will tell you that when we get there."
No one did, but it was sweet anyway.
I made him cover. He's a bit old for "bath"pictures.
H and Q.