guess what? last night i slept in my own bed. all. night. long.

this is huge.

the last time that happened was most likely sometime in early december 2014.

sure, there was a munchkin up against me, but it happened.

let me back up.

hi! it's me. i'm back. haven't posted any "creations" in a while, but life, as it tends to, got in the way. wait, backtrack. there was a creation. the newest munchkin.


yes, he decided to arrive christmas eve morning. kept me up for nearly two days in the process (but that's a different post).

so yes, i slept in my own bed last night. it's amazing how much i take for granted (like the fact that i even have said bed, regardless of how often i get to frequent it). it's also a reminder of what it means to be a mother.

many times, it means giving something up for the little one: sleep. my bed (traded for the nursery recliner). hot food. sitting down. arms that aren't aching from cradling the little one. general comfort. it's stuff that we do without even debating. because that's what mothers do.

on days like yesterday, when hubby comes home to find the littlest one crying and the older one and mommy in pjs already (because mommy, he and the floor were covered in chocolate cookie puke thirty minutes before), it's hard to feel successful and content sometimes. amidst the subsequent laundry and mopping and attempts to (unsuccessfully) get big brother to cooperate while i try to nurse the munchkin, failure is usually at the forefront of my mind.