Day 3,066

The Fading Mommy Mind

Sooo, this is where we’re at. 

Sunday morning. 

Whole family at church. 

Me and sick babe holdin down there fort. 

The entire pile of hidden laundry (which was tucked away in my closet, out of sight from the party - ain’t nobody got time for laundry when there’s a party) staring at me straight in the face. 

Keeps getting bigger. 

Between kids peeing the bed and other kids barfing, and Adam wearing twelve sweaty outfits every day, it’s like I suddenly transplanted myself as a game show contestant on Laundry Pile Wars. If there were such a game as that, mine would beat yours. I win. 

Which really means I lose. 

Hello motherhood: the Dark Side. 

I’m losing my mind. 

She hovered right around 101 degrees all day yesterday. 

AND SHE HATED IT. 

Girl’s never felt sickness before. 

Sorry my MollyGirlDude. 

It’s definitely zero fun. 

Except the fact that you get unlimited cuddles. 

Silver lining. 

Gold lining, I’ll say. 



And when Mom can’t get off the couch because baby won’t get off Mom on the couch...

Free tv. 

Have at it, siblings.

And sing a little louder next time. 

I love those little voices. 

“GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN, OVER THE HILLS AND EVERYWHERE! GO! TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN THAT JESUS CHRIST IS BORN!!”