Treat Yo'self

This week was rough. RUFF. 

The short version of the story:

I worked a lot and my husband did, too. The Little decided sleeping at night was for losers, so we were all tired and cranky. I was the worst of all.  

At the end of each day, I was dragging my arse around. I barely made it through bathtime with a cranky babe and our nightly hour-long nursing session each night. I know I shouldn't complain but it just sucked. 

I had nothing left. I wasn't being a very good mom and I definitely wasn't being a very good wife. So on top of being exhausted, I heaped on some good old fashioned Mom Guilt. You know-- when you're so tired all you want to do is crawl in bed and sleep like you used to in the days before baby, and then you feel guilty for even thinking that way. Oof. 

Here is where I stop whining about my week (finally, woman!) and tell you what turned it all around for me: my sister came to visit for the weekend. 

She rolled in on Friday afternoon and didn't leave til Sunday. It was glorious! My husband and I got to sleep in (a little), go out with some great friends, be there for the birth of our niece (!!!!), and go to brunch just the two of us. All the while, we were totally comfortable knowing the babe was safe and (mostly) happy at home with his Auntie. 

Now, I'm not writing this post to boast about my weekend That's what Facebook is for, amiright?). I'm writing this as a reminder to you.  You are still a person. You deserve some fun every now and then without the dreaded Mom Guilt dragging you down. 

I want all of you, my fellow dog-tired moms, to get yourself a babysitter and get your scraggly butt out of the house. Do it. Even if it's just for a couple of hours, go and do something you enjoy. Change out of your (super sexy) sweatpants, slap on a bra, and go out into the world. You'll be a better mama afterward. Promise. 

Love!

Katie

|PS| What do you enjoy doing when you get the chance to get away? I'm guilty of going to Target alone at 8am on Sunday for "toothpaste" (See also: Starbucks). Hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.