After playing nonstop since 6 am, I was sitting at our local brunch spot with my tired, hungry family, and couldn’t help but overhear the very serious conversation going on amongst the family at the table next to us. A young couple and the girl’s parents were discussing their baby at home, and the new mom’s struggle to regain some of her independence while taking care of him. It was heartwarming. The parents were very kind in offering their assistance.
“Sweetheart, I just want you to know that if you ever need some time to yourself, I will hover and worry over him just as much as you do.”
“Thank you so much, mom. That’s always the most traumatizing part for him, being around people he doesn’t see every day. But I really do need it, so I think we could make it work.”
“You deserve it, sweetie.”
“I feel that way too. I just make myself crazy. Even now he’s probably at home wondering when I’ll get back to walk him, and come to think of it I don’t know how much food was left in his bowl. I feel like such a bad mom!”
And that’s when it hit me. HOLY CRAP THIS GIRL IS TALKING ABOUT A DOG RIGHT NOW. MAYDAY MAYDAY SHE’S TALKING ABOUT A DOG.