"good enough" parent confession #1

This picture looks so sweet, yes?

On the one hand, it totally is. 

One day I am going to miss how he defines "mama snuggles:"

forehead touching, feet tucked under my legs, and one hand free to caress my face until he falls asleep

On the other hand, I am over it.
I wish a tonsillectomy healed in a day - maybe two.

We have been in this mode for five days.

{last night he slept on top of me, belly-to-belly and cheek-to-cheek}

 Day and night, he wants to be touching or held. 

He is not the only one.  

His older brother is jealous for the attention and tries to squeeze himself into any open spot I appear to have.  My husband is aware that I am maxed out but he wants to be close too.
{yesterday morning I woke up sandwiched between two kids beneath a blanket of hubby arm}

Needless to say, my physical, emotional, and mental spaces are all spoken for.

case in point: the little is all-upons, even as I type this post.

So, here is my confession #one:

I love being a mother.

I love attending to the needs of my family but

My stamina for the requirements of this role has limits:

I also need space

{to think & feel & escape} 

to "just be" with and for myself.