when you have a baby people tell you all about
the joys of motherhood: the coos, the cuddles, etc.
the trials: the poo blow-outs, the late nights, etc.
what no one tells you about is the TOUCHING
i swear i am touched by 3 sets of hands, mouths and feet more times each day than i ever thought was humanly possible.
they sit on me, they poke me, they grab at me, they put their mouths on me (especially the littlest one)
it's like some strange form of torture.
by the end of the day i'm full to the brim with the touching.
i know touching is really good for children's development but MAN! by the end of the day i just want to wrap myself in bubble wrap and curl up in a corner with a coke.
This is the truest thing ever. Some days, I just look at James & ask him, "Is it really necessary for you to hang all over me? Really?" Of course, he always finds it completely necessary. By the end of the day, I have to remember to let my husband cuddle on me when he wants to, even if James has filled up my cuddle-tolerance quota for the day. It can get tricky. :)
ReplyDeleteHA! Thanks for the warning.
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