I am woman, hear me roar

Ok – I’ll preface this blog post (and in defense of my goofy blog title!) with the fact that I am utterly exausted, leaving me a little bit slap-happy on this fine Wednesday evening. So don’t mind me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Why am I in such a sorry state tonight, you ask?

Well – I got a very big dose of reality last night while watching over my sis (as she continues on her long road of recovery) and my adorable niece Isabel. I spent the night with her, giving her a much-needed rest while Scott and I took turns caring for Isabel, jumpingย  (literally) at her every gurgle and coo.

For. The. Entire. Night.

As in one hour of sleep. Tops.

Whoa.

And THIS, my friends, is why being a woman is an amazing thing. (sorry guys – you’re ok too, I swear ๐Ÿ˜‰

I can’t even imagine what being a “real” mom is all about – I had one measly night of it and I was floored! (I won’t lie – I was pleasantly surprised that I made it through the work day with *only* one venti from Starbucks – that’s my “usual” order on 7-8 hrs of sleep, mind you. I fully credit being physically fit for helping me to dig deep to get through today, seriously!)

But I digress – being a woman, and a mom…and a wife, and a friend, and a sister, and a…well, you get the picture. It’sย  quite simply an incredible feat and I give boat loads of credit to all of you wonderful women out there who are also moms. I have no idea how you do it, I bow down to you!

I will say that, while stunned by how much work (both physical and mental) being a mom is, it really does make me that much more proud to be a woman, and a damn good auntie-in-training, too.

Like I said…I am woman, hear me roar. ๐Ÿ˜‰

****And on that note, I promise tomorrow’s post will be far less slap-happy and full of my usual sage advice and words of fitness wisdom…or something like that. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ***