a day of mommyhood...
the minutes turn to hours the hours turn to days.I ccould lay for eternity and just stare.For the first time in so very long i find myself bragging of my accomplishments. My life has changed so in so many ways. Through the many diaper changes and the many sleepless walks to the kitchen to prepare bottles. My hair is a constant mess and I have only been able to apply make-up twice since ive been home( something i could never leave the house without). Where did i put my lipstick again? Slacking and scraping(scrap booking) it what I do. To think i used to have time to shower a minimum of 2 times a day and sometimes id even get to throw in a bubble bath.. oh yes my booging in the shower days have been deleted like the backspac ing of a blog. The baby monitors, yes they work but hey, I still hear him screaming for me when the hair dryer is on, the water is running, im doing dishes,( and to think he is sleeping the hole time) It is the voices in my head!!! IVE GONE CRAZY.....Laying him down in the changing table, a test of how quick my responses are! Not quick enough i find myself trying to catch the fountain of pee as the flood begins. The phone rings ONLY when you are in the middle of feeding and changing. Try call screening, but it seems it is always the insurance company, or diability or doctors these days.... and they always want to have you call them back regarding something.... oh darn the pen is NEVER an arms reach, as i tell them one moment were doing that bottle thing and he may begin to cry( that is me guiting them , because i feel quilty for needing to stop focusing on the baby for this... Often i think, that once you become a parent you should grow another arm at the knee level, you need it!!!! aww he looks so cute in his little blue overall outfit...WHAT! he wet and right through it awww... man... i didnt even get to take him out for people to say how cute he is! Now i have to find another outfit which is as cute. This might be too warm. what will the other parents at the mall say... I know i am one of those parents that have to many opionions... what am i too do?..??...okay were ready now its my turn to throw some cloths on.... the sun decided to be out today... valoure..is wayyyyy to warm... and my shorts make me feel like im trying to squeeze myself into a size smaller... awww who cares the boy will get the attention and noone will notice my belly that has its own shape yet is slowlyyyyyyyy going back to it's normal size...Oh and how do you manage to carry a baby seater while wearing your cute heals??
To think all this and late night ice cream walks to stewarts are done with! I still would not change this for the world...no complaints! it just makes me realize how wonderful life is and how all those little things I took for granted are oh so LITTLE!
I love my son!
the minutes turn to hours the hours turn to days.I ccould lay for eternity and just stare.For the first time in so very long i find myself bragging of my accomplishments. My life has changed so in so many ways. Through the many diaper changes and the many sleepless walks to the kitchen to prepare bottles. My hair is a constant mess and I have only been able to apply make-up twice since ive been home( something i could never leave the house without). Where did i put my lipstick again? Slacking and scraping(scrap booking) it what I do. To think i used to have time to shower a minimum of 2 times a day and sometimes id even get to throw in a bubble bath.. oh yes my booging in the shower days have been deleted like the backspac ing of a blog. The baby monitors, yes they work but hey, I still hear him screaming for me when the hair dryer is on, the water is running, im doing dishes,( and to think he is sleeping the hole time) It is the voices in my head!!! IVE GONE CRAZY.....Laying him down in the changing table, a test of how quick my responses are! Not quick enough i find myself trying to catch the fountain of pee as the flood begins. The phone rings ONLY when you are in the middle of feeding and changing. Try call screening, but it seems it is always the insurance company, or diability or doctors these days.... and they always want to have you call them back regarding something.... oh darn the pen is NEVER an arms reach, as i tell them one moment were doing that bottle thing and he may begin to cry( that is me guiting them , because i feel quilty for needing to stop focusing on the baby for this... Often i think, that once you become a parent you should grow another arm at the knee level, you need it!!!! aww he looks so cute in his little blue overall outfit...WHAT! he wet and right through it awww... man... i didnt even get to take him out for people to say how cute he is! Now i have to find another outfit which is as cute. This might be too warm. what will the other parents at the mall say... I know i am one of those parents that have to many opionions... what am i too do?..??...okay were ready now its my turn to throw some cloths on.... the sun decided to be out today... valoure..is wayyyyy to warm... and my shorts make me feel like im trying to squeeze myself into a size smaller... awww who cares the boy will get the attention and noone will notice my belly that has its own shape yet is slowlyyyyyyyy going back to it's normal size...Oh and how do you manage to carry a baby seater while wearing your cute heals??
To think all this and late night ice cream walks to stewarts are done with! I still would not change this for the world...no complaints! it just makes me realize how wonderful life is and how all those little things I took for granted are oh so LITTLE!
I love my son!