at least it felt like I did.
I have had this big problem of feeling like my life was going to be over once I had a kid. Now that I have one, things aren't so bad... but he is also a really really good baby. Sure I have had a few meltdowns and rough spots, but all in all, he is a dream.
So what does the thought above, freezing cold heavy rain, and the need to go to the grocery before Thanksgiving and the diapers run out, translate to? A challenge.
I didn't have to face it. A good friend that had plans to visit, lovingly offered to run to the store for me. And I almost let her. But I'm headstrong and I thought:
I have a newborn and it is not the end of the world. I take care of him almost exclusively alone so I might as well suck it up and get out on the worst weather day we have had yet... its not always going to be sunshine and I sure don't want to cower at home in fear of doing anything I want to do. Sure, today is just a trip to the grocery, but tomorrow might be lunch with a friend...why miss out on the fun?
So I went.
And I took my time.
And he slept.
And with that one trip, I felt like I conquered the world.