This week? It's been hell (sorry, mom, no other way to explain it).
14 hour days, emails at all hours, phone calls, people arguing, you name it, I experienced it this week. The good news is that this is the worst week of the whole year for me. Things can only get better from here on out (albeit slowly).
Another good thing? This kid.
He's the only thing that can pull me out of my bah humbug funk.
So yesterday, after a particularly grueling day filled with Excel and Outlook, I scooped him up in my arms at precisely 4:01PM, left the work iPad at home, and went for an afternoon picnic.
It was beautiful outside. We may not have a yard yet, but we have a huge park next door, and that's just fine by his standards. Because this park? It has a bandshell, y'all. That's like baby playground jackpot (not to be confused with the actual playground that is also at the park - that's old news for him).
Somehow, he learned how to crawl up stairs. And before I knew it, he was off exploring. (Check out the vid on my IG account to see why he prefers crawling on concrete to grass. Crazy kid.)
But, umm, he apparently knows how to climb *down* stairs too. ::: Heart. Attack. :::
There are obvs no pictures of that because, hello, he could have cracked his head open on the concrete and died (enter: new mom paranoia). But letmetellyou, he did not need my hand under his chest to do it. He can climb down a step all by himself, much to my dismay.
He may be fearless, and he may be growing up faster than I can handle (send tissues), but he will sometimes still fall asleep in my arms.
And that alone made this whole week of stress just melt away.
