So... I guess I am not superwoman. I am learning that now that I had a baby all my energy and "spoons" go to my baby girl. This is the way it should be and it makes me feel like I am doing right by her. But by the end of the day if the dishes aren't done and if I am still in PJ pants-- I realize that I am doing litle else of anything. My life is hers. I love her. So if I have limited energy it is spent taking care of her, feeding her, cleaning diapers, and playing with her. I wouldn't change it for the world. I just wish I could to more.... okay- maybe alot more.
It started tonight with me wanting to bake 75 cookies for our daughters Baptism. they were going to get all wrapped up and look cute. Pink Teddy Bear cookies to be exact. WEll the snowballed into wanting to make double that 150-- so we had enough for everyone to take 2. Then of course we need to wrap them all pretty with a bow. By the time the cookies were frosted-- I was crunched over in pain. What made me think I could do this? Why do I get made that I can't do "everything"? I should know by now that after living 15 years with Lupus- that superwoman never wins. I think of Lupus as the evil, hairy dark character.... wolf-like. You think she is strong, she has great hair and a kiler outfit-- but in a "face off". Just for the record... Lupus always beats Superwoman.
It is 1:26am- I am writing this from bed, covered in sugar and flour. Exhausted.Lupus won. But my daughter has cookies.
Have you ever done to much? What super hero do you try to be sometimes? Do you ever do something and know it will hurt the next day and do it anyway?
~Another ramblin' thought from Christine