It’s that time of night again – the ‘worrying hour’. Usually 3:30-4:30 a.m. Like clockwork.
I turned 31 last week. For some reason, I thought I’d have my life together by now. I thought that when I reached the magical age of 30, I’d feel less like a child trapped in an adult’s body.
Just like that, I survived to tell the tale of my first semester in law school as the parent of a toddler. Truth be told, there were a few tantrums, a LOT of late nights, and many, MANY hours spent in the same spot with my head in a book. There were too many nights that I didn’t get home to put Ellie to bed. There were many nights that Tyler handled WAY more than his fair share of parenting duties (and for that, I am eternally grateful). There were way too many dishes piled in the sink, way too few walks for the dog, way too many fast-food dinners and virtually zero quality time spent together as a family. But, we survived. And I haven’t failed anything. Yet. To law school parents and their law school ‘widows’: you are amazing.
Potty training a toddler + studying for 2L exams = shenanigans aplenty.
Am I the only one who thinks that potty training is the most daunting task of parenthood — to date?
Real talk: I love my kid. I do. She’s silly and sweet and says the most hilarious things. Plus her cheeks are the squishiest.
But sometimes I just need a break.
(Disclaimer: I used to wear pajamas all day. I relish those days. If you’re able to wear your pajamas all day, I salute you. You’re a great Mom).
Toddlers demand a lot of attention. I remember when I thought babies demanded a lot of attention. Boy, was I wrong about that. Toddlers are mobile, sassy balls of energy, and they need to be handled accordingly. Even baby proofing has taken on an entirely new meaning these days (it should be called toddler proofing, but I digress).