That, my friends, is a huge task.
I usually end up waiting until 4 or 5, then am forced into some kind of boring or non-ideal dinner, which for the end of pregnancy meant Joe would be greeted by a very round, hungry lady and a stir-crazy 2-year old zooming toward bed time.
Then I would request to go out because, frankly, the idea of cooking was exhausting. Or we would eat something prepared simply. Nothing exciting to the soul.
I am lucky enough to be part of a community that sent me food after Keen was born and oh were the home cooked meals delicious.
Thank you Nikki, Sally, Meredith, Jen, Vanessa (who was compelled to make "Keenwa" (quinoa) salad), Amy (who had a baby just 10 days before Keen was born) and Katrina (who was kind enough to bring them right to me).
Yesterday I started thinking about all the things I want to do and got pretty overwhelmed. I made a list of needs each of us has and a loose outline for each day.
Then thought, "I can't do all this, ahhh."
But after sleeping I felt there was only one way to find out.
So I tried.
And here I am about to feast on the fruits of my labor.
And it was something Truman and I could do together. He likes to chop and stir.
Instead of feeling the need to escape the house at the end of this day, I feel excitement to sit down with my family (of 4!) and eat a meal we made in peace with love.
And some yelling. I am not going to lie; there was definitely peace and love, but also yelling.
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The feelings of inadequacy will pass! And so will the yelling :) Well, most of it anyway. If you and your two children are alive, loved and fed at the end of the day, you've done your job. Everything else is a bonus.
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