Today I had plans to write a 15(.5) month update to document my girl’s stats since we had her check up yesterday. I had plans to make a trip to Walmart to do some returns and pick up a few necessities. I had plans to do some research for work. Plans to head outside for a walk. To do some house cleaning. To make a nice dinner for my family. To do some work on the books for the business.
But then last night happened.
And as we were up every 1-1.5 hours, with a lovely stretch of awake screamy time from 2:30-5, I was reminded that my 15 month old still has the ability to take my plans and squash them right beneath her tiny little feet.
So instead of all of those wonderful, productive things I had planned for today? Instead, I will stay in my PJs all day and prop my eyelids open with toothpicks. I will wish that my pregnant tummy could stomach coffee. I will continuously wonder how it’s possible that Evalyn can shake her booty like there’s no tomorrow while I struggle to stay upright. I will let her call the shots. I will cuddle on the couch. I will watch cartoons. I will wipe a trillion gallons of snot on the sleeve of my hoodie. I will (try to) nap when she naps.
Today, thanks to the little creature who spent most of the night sprawled across my bed saying “Hi Dada. Hi Mama”? Today, I will laugh in the face of my plans. And be thankful I have the flexibility to do so.