Another mother told us that, if at any point in the first 3 months you don't think "I wanna throw this child out the window," that you're a liar. We've mentioned here that no one ever tells you how hard parenting is (Screw You Folgers and Other Things That Make Me Cry & One Month In), but we want to say that IT. GETS. BETTER. (Thanks gays for giving us this phrase)
|The first months of being a parent + winter in Boston|
|When the baby knows|
you're about to eat
|The morning after she slept through the night|
you've done this for years and start balancing better with your spouse. Don't forget your relationship matters too. You will call in your spouse to look at a diaper chock full of poo and celebrate since it had been "longer than usual" since she pooped. But you should also make time to go have dinner.
Meg's birthday is in March and I'm giving her/us a night in a hotel 5 miles from our house. People ask if we will go out to see a show? Hit up the Boston bars? HELL NO. We will have dinner at a sensible hour, go back to the hotel, watch HGTV and crash in a bed we don't have to make and a room we don't have to clean. And maybe not talk about poop for 12 hours. Maybe.
|Be strong y'all|