Moody Weekend

Recently, I have been feeling a little down. I can't exactly pinpoint what has been bothering me. Maybe it's a combination of the new challenges that motherhood has presented, with a growing, sassy, 16 month old, and the uncertainty I feel about decisions that I need to make. I'm not sure if it's because I'm not ready to make said decisions or if I'm just over thinking things a bit. I know that prayer usually helps me in situations like this, so maybe I should look into that.
I love being a mom, but lately I have been getting a little annoyed with all the lovey dovey, gorgeous moms on Instagram, with their artistic photos and meaningful captions. And I'm sure they have the bad/annoying days with their kids, it's just that all they post about is the good, and even on the rare occasion when they post about the bad, it's still portrayed beautifully. Ha. Maybe I'm guilty of this too? You tell me.

Over this past weekend, my emotions were just a bit all over the place. Sundays have proven to be challenging. We started going to church from 11-2pm with the new year, and it has cut into Gwen's nap time. I know this is a very common complaint amongst LDS parents with small children, so it's nice to have friends to sympathize with. Anyway, it makes things a bit difficult and you end up with a cranky baby for the rest of the day, sometimes for 2 days. Oh, and I decided it would be a great idea to walk to church since we were actually ready 30 minutes before church started. I overestimated my cute boots, and my feet were killing me by the end of our (power) walk. Ryan made sure that I got a ride home with someone while he and Gwen walked home. It was kind of embarrassing, but it made me feel loved when Ryan kept insisting that I find a ride home.

What got me through this weekend was knowing that Ryan would have Monday off from work. I like parenting so much better with my partner. I think it motivates me to be a better mom when he's around. I dragged him to the Desert Botanical Gardens that I've been wanting to go to for so long, and we had a very nice time. It seemed to be just what we needed. Mostly what I needed to get out of my moody weekend funk.