After spending an hour getting Wyatt ready for school, I napped for most of the day. Sleeping through the night isn't really a thing anymore- between the heartburn, trips to the bathroom every two hours, and general discomfort. I took the time to enjoy my coffee and my shower before picking Wyatt up. Then we battled the grocery store to buy treats and snacks for his snow day tomorrow. I probably should have spent the money on bills instead, but what kid is going to be satisfied hearing that Mommy paid her phone bill today! It can wait. 🤷🏻♀️ then we got home at 4pm and opened a few more toys from Christmas, and yes I just left the boxes piled in the corner instead of taking all the recycling out. More time playing! I heated up some leftovers for dinner... then cooked a second dinner (and ate let my dinner get cold) because someone couldn't stand the tiny pieces of broccoli stuck to his noodles. 🙄 we played multiple games of Guess Who!, called Auntie Kelly and Lucas and Aaron for a few to say hi, then it was shower time, followed by story time, followed by FaceTime with Grammy and Grampy and FINALLY bed time. Then I sat my ass on the couch to watch a show. I didn't load the dishwasher. My sink is full of dirty dishes. I have a pile of laundry on my bedroom floor that's been there for weeks. But I would rather spend the time playing with my son, reading stories and being silly. He's not going to remember and appreciate an immaculate house. He's going to appreciate laughter, and silly memories, and the time we spent together. Yet still, I receive criticism for not doing enough. Not being enough. Not working hard enough. Not making enough money. Not cleaning enough. Not being empathetic enough, sensitive enough, smart enough, motivated enough. I'm so sick of the shaming and the guilt. So fuck you. 🖕🏻 my son went to bed happy and his little brother is healthy and kicking in my belly. THAT'S enough.