The other day with Lboy was hard. He had been screaming non-stop. I seriously think it was just because he was bored. I was exhausted because I was trying to get a lot done in a short amount of time. I was stressed because I was getting nothing done because he was so grumpy.
I had been trying to get to the grocery store for hours! It literally took me from the time we woke up at 6:00 until 3 that afternoon to FINALLY make it there. At one point Lboy had thrown food from the buggy–food in glass jars that shattered into a million pieces, I was trying to gather up everything as fast as I could because Lboy practically SCREAMED the entire time. He eventually figured out how to unhook himself from the buggy straps, stood up in the seat & almost peter panned it right out of the cart. So there I am, frazzled even more because I almost had a humpty dumpty child on my hands but I finally make it to the check out counter–where there were about 5 people in front of me who looked like they were buying a month’s worth of food (I only had about 25 items) and that’s when I happen to notice what I look like.
It was obvious I hadn’t looked in the mirror at all that day. I was still in exercise clothes because taking a shower is absolutely not in Lboy’s rule book, my hair is going every which way thanks to 100% humidity or some crap like that, & I realize that I have baby food caked all over my shirt & shorts. And that was my Beta Mom moment. It was.not.fun.
I feel like my Alpha Mom moments are far & few between, but I know I absolutely have them. I love the days where everything feels seamless. Like the day I had right before the day I described up above. We woke up at 6:00, we were dressed & at the park by 7:30, I got a 45 minute run in while my AMAZINGLY CALM son sat in his stroller & just happily watched the world go by. After the park we went home, I begged, pleaded & bribed Lboy into letting me take a shower. He wasn’t happy about it, but I got in there & outta there super fast, he was happy again. I was able to fix my hair, put on makeup, feed Lboy, go out to lunch with Todd, come home & play in the backyard, declutter the den, make my bed, cook supper, have the baby in bed at 7:00, wrote a few blog posts, took the dog for a walk, and was in bed by 9:30. Oh, that was an amazing Alpha Mom Day!!!
And that’s why I’m proud to be a Theta Mom! I know that there are difficult days, I know that there are great days, & I know that there are in between days. I know that there are going to be days when I’m going to be pooped on (like today), days that I’m going to have nothing but hugs & kisses from my little man, days where I’m going to veg on the couch in a zombie like stupor because I was up 20 straight hours with a sick kid, days where I am going to feel helpless, days where I’m going to feel absolutely sorry for myself, but those days will always be worth it knowing that the smiles coming from a cute little face with big blue eyes that stare at me like I’m the most wonderful being in the whole world make it totally worth walking around the grocery store looking like a complete hobo!