A Walk in the Park

If there's one thing I've learned with this entire "stay home mom" stint, is that it's never a walk in the park. Throw a demanding part-time gig in the mix and there are days where I feel I'm being pulled in a million directions (sometimes literally by Kayla who tugs on my top from every angle reachable). But I think it'll work out - I don't think I could just stay home with her and not do anything else. (it'd kill me). Already I'm drowning in baby talk, baby books, baby poop, baby fill-in-the-blanks... work, though tiresome at times, is my lifebuoy. Breathe baby breathe.

Another lesson: Learn to live with the mess, and in a mess. It's okay to have a room littered with so many toys that it looked like a tornado paid a visit. It's okay not to know what's on the table for lunch or dinner so long as you can cook it in a minute in the microwave. And it's definitely okay not to remember brushing your hair before you head out so long as you've something to tie it up with. Oh gosh. What have I become?!

But what's been the hardest for me has been patience. Never one to live life languidly, I now have to put everything on hold when coaxing Kayla to take a nap (sometimes it takes up to an hour!), try not to go crazy when she's having a major meltdown, and live my life according to someone else's schedule, not mine! But I think I've come a long way in this department, though I know there's way way way more to be patient about in the future (like when she decides she wants to feed herself, pick her own clothes and what time she wants to come home).

Don't get me wrong, though. While I may appear to complain a whole lot (it's embedded in my Singaporean DNA), I really do love spending time with my lovely daughter. She's pure joy, a bundle of fun, and the reason why we're learning to appreciate the little things in everyday life -
through her eyes.

On a separate note, Halloween's approaching and her Daddy and I can't meet eye to eye on what to dress her up in. I like Princess Fiona (comes with a wicked wig!) but Daddy prefers a dog with a horrible collar. I say Sheep and he says Elephant. For some reason, I think we're going to end up with Bumble Bee. Stay posted!