Welcomed Messes

After pulling my stomach muscles a couple times in the last few weeks from lifting Alexander and then tripping over the little blue stepping stool in the hallway going into the the kitchen while holding Alexander, I was in pain. Alexander had already been fighting ear infections and who knows what else, so we all had little sleep for many nights in a row, combined with just being emotional from pregnancy, I finally called my mother-in-law to come take my boy away for the night. One night turned into two at grandma's request.

I am in the nesting stage so my first thoughts were to get busy cleaning and try to get a bunch of things checked off my "to do list," but I made myself lay down and do things that I WANTED to do. Such as, read a book and I actually watched a movie all the way through. My body thanks me now. I needed to rest.

Although it was nice having a physical break from my Alexander I missed him terribly! The house was too quiet and too clean! I missed my curious boy, his silly expressions and contagious smiles. It reconfirmed to me in the two days away from him that I would rather have toys spread around the house and take longer to complete my own personal projects than to have him gone. My heart would break. A happy boy and sane mother is more important than no finger prints on the glass. I welcome the messes - it means my boy is with me! :o)

P.S. Thank you so much grandma for taking such good care of Alexander. He sure had fun with you, Grandpa and Aunt Rachel. You all are such a blessing to me.