It’s late. No, actually, it’s early. Those crazy hours when you’re not sure if you’re wanting the sun to rise so to legitimise that coffee you’re needing to coax your scratchy eyeballs out from under your perpetually heavy eyelids … or, you just want to crawl under your pillow and not “mom” for a few desperate minutes.
I am typing this post on my smartphone with my poor little snotty creature semi-latched and myself unable to fall asleep with the cute snotty snore coming from my chest. I am due to give a talk on mom-ing successfully and achieving the perfect balance in a few hours to a sizeable audience. I am tired. No, that’s a slight understatement … I’m finish en klaar – moeg, ndidiniwe, Ich bin fertig! However, I am also amazingly calm, because I’ve realised in the past 3 years of either being either pregnant, breastfeeding, weaning, potty-training, etc. that I’m capable of handling more than I ever thought humanly possible.
And moms are able to do the impossible, even when they think the threshold has been crossed. So, chin up, kyk noord, f*k voort and keep on keeping on … because, in just a few years, you’ll be wondering where the time has flown and missing that snotty snore when it’s decided that sleepovers with mom is too uncool 😉
Sweet dreams and may you have a relatively peaceful night ?
Love and light,
Momo aka JoJo akaJo-Ann xx
P.S. i am posting these pretty pictures of me looking like I’m holding it all together glamly to make myself feel better. I am covered currently in snot (not my own) and some milk burp (technically my own, but not quite if you know what I mean …) as well as toothpaste on a pimple that is threatening to join me as I make guest appearances tomorrow at 2 huge events.