FTM= FIrst Time Mom
Picture it, I’m running into the YMCA juggling kid, diaper bag, keys and phone feeling pretty good that I have managed to schlep to the gym. As I drop baby boy off at the child watch, the front desk lady comes to me and whispers, “Your pants are inside out”. Checking the time, I realize my Barre Sculpt class started 5 minutes ago and there is no time to change. I mutter, “Forget it” and make a beeline to the class.
Is this what my life has come to? I see friends on FB and the like happily going to play dates and story time, meanwhile, I can hardly get it together. Don’t get me wrong, this kid is super cute and I love him to pieces, but he screams when we walk into a store, constantly throws objects at my head and runs away anytime he feet hit the ground. Am I crazy? Shouldn’t I be over the moon happy and not crying?
He’s 16 months (when do we stop counting in months?) and I am slowing getting it together. My mom thinks I am a nut because he’s always missing a shoe or diapers or something pertinent when he comes to her in the mornings before my husband and I take off for work.
Is it going to get better?