It happens more often than not. Something gets out of control and I feel like I am in crisis mode. It may be too many sleepless nights. Too much screen time. Too much sugar. Too much “mom, mom, moooom.” And then I hit a moment of “something has to change. I need help. I don’t know how to fix this.” So I look to my people, my online tribe, and I search for books, blogs or podcasts that can tell me what to do. I sign up for them and as I’m waiting to read, listen, or for the class to go live, I all of a sudden know the answers.
Oh how I miss those days. You moms out there remember them, right? The mom parties? The parties that started as soon as your baby/toddler went to bed about 7 or 7:30pm and you knew you had at least 3 hours of interrupted time? I LOVED those predictable days. I would typically grab a glass of wine (or the bottle), a bag of chips, and put on Fixer Upper or This is Us, depending on if I wanted to laugh or cry. Anything to just be alone in my moment and get my emotions out, to no one but myself. In those days, my husband would either still be at work or working in his office so I knew it could be my party. I could watch anything I wanted, wear sweats, and just be me. Not a mom. Not a wife. Not a milk factory. But just the emotional mess I was...it was glorious. And then he “grew up.” Mom parties came to an abrupt end one day and I found myself saying, “those were the good ol’ days.” My how times change.