The blues and pink

Two boys and a baby girl. Period. But I’m still the queen of the castle, boss lady, or whatever we’re calling it these days.

We run a media and events company and own a barber shop. But the most tiresome and fulfilling job is raising our kids. The “blues” are 5 and 3 years-old and the “pink” is 6 months old. I love my kids but one thing is certain: sometimes they give me the blues with a slap of pink.

And when does it truly get to me? When I haven’t been able to get through projects, returning a call from a week ago, or whatever else because I have inserted kid one, two, or three. I used to love buying frivolous stuff – an earring tree, rhinestone stapler, or cute tissue box holder. These items were all VERY important. Things have somewhat changed – rhinestones are now on the wipes box.

commercialbreak-300x225So nowadays when I get to that point of “save me now,” I insert that commercial break. A dear friend of mine has a wonderful blog:  More Than Caleb’s Mom – I couldn’t agree more. Yes, I’m a mom, but I’m also a dancer, painter, and model in my head . . .  and to keep these wonderful dreams alive, sleep deprivation tends to be my drug of choice.

In any event, remember to take time for yourself if you’re a parent or not.  My kids are my world and I wouldn’t trade them for anything or have it any other way.

There will always be mounds of laundry, someone who has pooped in their pants, or another with a running nose who wants to play. Wipe the germs away and don’t sweat the small stuff or small people. They eventually grow up and then we miss them terribly.

Because the sun always comes out after the rain . . .

Sun Taylor

 

 

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