I couldn't help but notice over these past few months how I have never come across a blog where the wife, or husband for that matter, has expressed any real frustration or feelings of inadequacy. So, for all those people out there who feel the same, enjoy...
I wear my pj's all day long. I feel like what is the point of expending the energy to put on a cute outfit when I have such a limited wardrobe and chances are it will become the landing pad for Dex's spit up multiple times within an hour. If I made the effort to look cute everyday I would be doing my own laundry several times a week and lets be serious, even Super Mom doesn't have that kind of time.
I got tired of my haircut several days ago and thought I would cut my own bangs because again, I'm too much of a tight wad to spend the cash to have a 'professional' do it. In regards to my own chop job: at least it will grow out.
I do make it a point to shower daily, mostly because it's the only alone time I get aside from class.
Make-up happens once a week if at all and that's for church. How romantic.
I hardly ever exercise and even though I've been complimented for how good I look postpartum I FEEL unattractive to say the least.
I nurse in bed.
I sleep when Dex sleeps which feels like a lot. I don't have the patience to multi-task when he's awake and he'll sleep longer if I'm in bed with him.
I NEVER make Brandon's lunch anymore. Half the time I forget and the other half I'm just too tired to get out of bed (because I never remember until we've turned out the lights).
Vacuuming happens once a week IF I'M LUCKY.
Laundry happens all the time. It's never ending.
I wish I could pump out everything in the first 4 months so that I don't have to wait a year until my body serves me and me, ONLY!
I take care of Dex's nails more than my own.
In the few moments that I steal when Dex is on his mat the potato chips are always more convenient to grab instead of cleaning and preparing celery the night before...
My 'daily face' is making sure my eyebrows aren't out of control. Aside from that you are out of luck.
My hair hasn't stopped falling out which made getting high lights two months ago somewhat pointless.
I gave up trying to do crunches and push-ups before bed- if I can't run, too, what's the point?
Waking up at 5 AM to study or exercise no matter how firm the commitment NEVER happens.
Journal entries? On average, once every 9 days. My own personal scripture study? Twice in the last three and a half months...
Why can't I have two sets of arms, a robot double, or a universal remote that just allows me to pause time? I guess the only appropriate thing to say in parting is, "Here's my life. Welcome to motherhood."