Can I Eat my Dessert Please?

I have found nothing more challenging in my life than taking time for myself. To some this may sound strange or possibly mildly conceded but regardless of your thoughts on the matter for me it is truth.

Have you ever woken up and just new that it was just going to be one of those days that you will have to work really hard to make YOU happy. I find that making others happy comes much more naturally but often times that leaves my happiness waiting in the dusty corner for another day. Whelp today was just one of those days.

As a new mom suffering from "postpartum depression" which is the label that the CDC has put on the "common and serious illness" that 1 in every 10 women in the United States is diagnosed with...don't believe me? Read for yourself (https://www.cdc.gov/reproductivehealth/depression/index.htm). Well in reality this should be better known as the truth of hormonal imbalance that almost every human should have the tools and capability to overcome and regulate. However, we can continue this tangent on a later date.

Back to it; as a new mom suffering from the hormonal imbalances of pregnancy, postpartum and continuing breastfeeding I have found that there are days were I wake up and can tell that today is the day where my hormones try to win. That even getting out of bed, finding the pants I forgot to wash and getting my son ready to come to work with me seems like a Colorado 14er that I will never conquer. Not to mention taking a shower, cleaning the dishes in the sink or cooking dinner for my hard working fiance. Nope; today is a day where I will cry more times than I have in the last few years, look like I got hit by a dump truck and feel like I am the laughing stock to the domestic goddess that I aspire to be.

I am sure I am not alone in wanting to currently slap myself across the face just typing this because how unrealistic is it for me to feel that I should have to or even want to do it all? But I also know that I am not the only women out there feeling this way and striving for this huge accomplishment.

So here's to us mama's. The ones who DO conquer those 14ers everyday that we get to cuddle our sweet babies, get them dressed, make sure they are fed and clean. Everyday that we get to look at their little sparkling eyes and gummy grins looking up at us. Because to them we are already that domestic goddess. We missed the dump truck and tears. To them we are the world; the perfect image of a glowing domestic goddess, and that my friends is all that matters.

For now I will sit in silence of another day conquered and enjoy my mommy friendly dessert hummus before another feeding comes where I get to cuddle that perfect baby boy of mine. Until next time.