Hi there! Remember me? Susan, the slacker-blogger extraordinaire? No?? I don’t blame you, people. I’ve been a non-entity for a very long time now.
You see, I’ve been struggling with the “mommy” thing in the past few months. It really threw me off balance. I’m not a perfectionist, but I do demand the best of myself in the important areas of my life. I’d say raising Olive to be a good person pretty much tops that list. Unfortunately, a lot of other things had to fall along the wayside so I didn’t, oh I don’t know, RUIN THE BABY FOREVER.
I’m more zen about it now.
Sure, I still bust a freakout when I see her eat a dead bug, but I don’t hyperventilate when she eats a butt cheerio. For those of you not in the loop (everyone), a butt cheerio is an errant cheerio that Olive pulls from under her heiney and pops into her mouth while I strap her into her booster seat. Some of them are already half-eaten. No big.
I am trying to focus on how happy she is. I have to be doing something right, because my daughter smiles 99.9% of the time. The other .01% she flings herself into piercing screams. No one is perfect.
My new theory of parenthood is that if she’s smiling a large majority of the time and is reasonably healthy, I’m doing great. And if I’m doing great, I shouldn’t feel inordinately guilty for wanting to have some time for things other than my outrageously cute daughter. Like, say, my outrageously cute husband. Or my outrageously neglected social life. Or a shower now and then. (I’m not kidding about how much has fallen along the wayside).
Even the occasional blog post.
I’m not naive enough to believe that this new perspective will prevent all future blowouts regarding parenting vs. having-a-life. But I am hopeful that it might keep me from becoming completely unhinged at the end of a long, long day.
Anywhoo, just wanted to say hi. I’ve missed you.