Mommy confession.. I have faked a poop so that I could lock myself in the bathroom to get a few minutes away from my toddler and husband. I'm not proud, but you reach a point that survival mode kicks in. Sometimes you just need... five... minutes... please... where there isn't anyone asking you for anything. Don't get me wrong. My hubby helps out a lot with our Lil Man. Truly, he does. But Lil Man responds differently to him than me. Hubby can literally sit on the couch all day while Lil Man is usually content - not asking him for ANYTHING. Yet, when it comes to me, I can't sit for 5 minutes without Lil Man grunting or motioning his needs. If I try to take my husband's approach and try to just do 'my thing', the grunts and motions get louder and stronger until I take care of whatever it is that he needs. So I reached a point that I just needed those precious five minutes just to recoup before I continued to tackle the 'no, don't touch that, st...
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...