Grocery shopping at Club Med

It's the little things that help remind me that it is possible for me to function as a regular person.  Today I went grocery shopping *kid-free* and it was fabulous.  Admittedly it's a bit sad  that a mundane grocery shopping trip was the hilight of my weekend, but I have a 10 wk old son who DOES NOT SLEEP and a 4 1/2 yr old who I swear is on a sugar high from the moment she wakes up to the moment she crashes at night.  Unless you have walked in my shoes then please, do not judge me.  I enjoyed my trip to the grocery store.  Aisle after aisle, I was alone with my thoughts.  No hands to hold.  No soothers to cram into screaming mouths.  Just me, myself, and I for 45 gloriously quiet minutes. 

Friday I'm in love...

Friday.  It's always been my favorite day of the week.  As a kid, it meant freedom for two glorious days.  As a working adult, well - it usually meant the same.  As a mother with kids, Friday spells freedom in a different way.

5:30 pm Friday my husband arrives home for the weekend and I feel like I can breathe - if only for two days.  Resisting the urge to throw the kids at him as soon as he walks through the front door is a feat I should receive an award for.  Relief from the colic, the crying, the whining, the spit up.  It's not that it has stopped, but somehow it is easier to deal with the crazieness knowing that we are suffering through it together.  I'm too tired to analyze the reasons why it becomes easier, it just is and right now that's good enough for me.

Friday I'm in love.

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Allow me to introduce myself...

New to the blogging world, this is my first attempt at writing something which hopefully will be worth reading...  I am married and am a mother to a 4 yr old daughter and a 10 wk old son - names will be withheld to protect the innocent.  In my life before maternity leave, I was a marketing professional with a packed agenda.  I was able to balance my seemingly endless work commitments, volunteer work, family obligations, daycare drop-offs, dance lessons, etc with ease.  Add another baby to the mix and I could feel myself slowly unravelling.  The very same week I gave birth to my son, my daughter started junior kindergarten.  Literally, 36 hours after giving birth I was at the "big school" for my meet-the-teacher interview.  My baby girl was growing up and I was struggling with the "mother-of-two" label.  This blog is my attempt to make some sense of my new world as I navigate the motherlands searching for myself in the process.