I did it! I know it's nothing to brag about. I know it's not an uncommon feat. I know millions of people do it everyday. But I'm still going to admit...I'm proud of myself.
Today was my first solo flight as a mother of 2. Zach was home for the first 2 weeks of Adelie's life, and then my parents helped me out for the first few days this week. But today I was on my own. We were all up, dressed, showered, and fed by 10:00. (Not amazing, but we did all sleep until 8, and I was pleased that I was able to fit in both a shower and breakfast on my first solo day home.) We even ventured out to the library and the grocery store. Sure, I may have broken the quiet-in-the-library rule with a crying baby and true, I was out in the community in my stretchy pants with no make-up, but I was able to safely get 2 children out of the house, into the library, through the grocery store, and back home with no major issues. And it felt good. A shower, a grocery trip, and two napping children is enough for now. Home alone with 2 kids and no catastrophes: mission accomplished.