Joy-ous: [joi-uhs]
–adjective
joyful; happy; jubilant
joyful; happy; jubilant
When you become a mom, you discover that joy is found in places you never expected it to be found.
Joy is realizing that wretched smell was actually just a baby fart and not a fully loaded diaper.
Joy is getting to the store and realizing that the cheapest formula on the shelf also happens to have a THREE DOLLAR COUPON attached to it.
Joy is finally getting more than 4 hours of sleep. Consecutively.
Joy is realizing that you made it out of Wal-Mart and your baby is miraculously still wearing both of those sparkly, pink Mary Janes.
I'm not even exaggerating, people. Each and every one of these things makes me joyful, happy, and jubilant, just as the definition states.
There are countless things that will bring you joy when you become a mother, but you need to remember that you're not JUST a mom. There are many other elements to who you are, so you really need to focus on finding joy in other non-mommy/baby related things.
This tasty little morsel of goodness is the joyous moment I'm choosing to share with you. I can make this sucker last through about 5 bites. I enjoy it wholeheartedly - every gooey, chocolately, sticky, delectable, sweet bite. I don't always have these in the house, so when they are on hand, I eat them sparingly, saving them for the most important times.
Today is definitely one of those "most important times."
After a morning of 2.5 hours of non-stop, I repeat - NON-STOP crying from Mini Me, 3 poopy diapers before noon (this has become a trend since the introduction of solid foods), a measly 25-minute morning nap, a non-existent afternoon nap, a can of formula exploding all over my hair and my shirt as I opened it for the first time (funny as heck now that I think about it - it was like a snowstorm of formula in my kitchen, but definitely NOT funny when it happened...), NO real lunch (aside from a couple handfuls of Chex Mix and a few stolen Blueberry Gerber Puffs from the baby's high chair tray), a kitchen that somehow managed to get messier instead of cleaner, 6 loads of laundry that never got done, and the shower that I never got to take...I need a little bit of caramel-filled chocolate joy comin' my way.
And if you so much as touch my little piece of joy in a golden wrapper, You. Will. Pay.
This post is a part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. This week's prompt: write about a joyous moment. Head on over to Mama's Losin' It to read more from other awesome bloggers. I'm jumping the gun a few hours early, so if the links to the other posts aren't up yet, go back later, okay? Okay.
8 comments:
My mouth is drooling just looking at the picture. =/
Holy crap. I won't touch your chocolate, sweetheart, I swear to God!
Man that sounds so good! I'll be right back, gotta go to the store RIGHT NOW!
You scare me. ;)
Yes--I think after a day like that you definitely need a treat!!
That looks delicious!! What were you saying again?? Oh yeah the joy...can I have a bite?
Oh, I'm glad you wrote about poop to....so much pressure! I agree that watching them grow is bittersweet, and we are just enjoying every second. I hate packing away baby clothes. *tear*
You caught it -- the stupid things that bring you joy once you are a mom. And chocolate is just pure pure joy -- with caramel. yum.
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