Every room in my house is messy. Every. Single. Room. I haven't showered since Monday morning...and even so, I didn't get to dry my hair afterwards, so it totally doesn't count as a real shower. There are countless half-drunk bottles of apple juice scattered about this place. That's right...BOTTLES. Sippy cups are being rejected at this particular moment in time. You know what else is scattered about this place? Everything.
Henry can't keep his hands off my new breast pump...doesn't matter if it's in use or idle...he loves. I love too (the pump, that is...not Mr. Grab-at). It's made by Lansinoh. Speaking of Lansinoh, I'm irked at them, because right after I give them such mad props on my blog for their bitchin' breastpads, they go and change the design. New design = stooooooopid.
Jameson grew out of all of his 6 month clothes already...yes, he's huge. Mr. Bigs also has a little patch of cradle cap that I've been itchin' to get at with baby oil and a comb. But where, oh where, is the baby oil???
I'm pretty sure I have a husband and that he's the cute guy that keeps coming in around 5 or 6, cooking dinner, and taking the reins so I can get my head back above water. One day soon, I'm going to have a start-to-finish, uninterrupted conversation with that guy. If I can find a shower (a real one preferably) and manage to put some of this strewn-about crap away, that is...something about me and the house looking like this make me want to hide my head in shame from that cute guy.
On a brighter note, we've all slept through the night for a week straight (8 hours or more), so at least that's good.
Actually, it's all good. It's just been one of those weeks. One of those weeks where everything happens at once -- the summer heat arrives, the 2-year old doesn't want to stay inside anymore, baby brother gets a heat rash after three minutes outside, all the bills come due (who knew a few hives could be so expensive?!?), the baby wants to eat at the exact same time that the big brother wants to sit on mommy's lap or throw trucks at her face, the humidity is up, and Project BabyWeight is at an annoying standstill. The rooms are a mess, but naps are staggered instead of simultaneous this week. Quiet is hard to come by, and Calm is all but forgotten.
This, my friends, is what I call The Stay at Home Mommy Blahs. It happens to the best of us, and this week, it has gotten ahold of me.
4 comments:
Oh I feel your pain but I don't have a 2 month old! My house is a mess and have no desire to clean it. I have no motivation to cook because things sound gross. I am dealing with Brady not wanting to sleep in his crib which makes for lots of tantrums! I know how you feel. I am glad my house is not the only one with things everywhere!! I miss you and we need to get together soon no matter how sad the state of our houses are. Well, I am feeling alright this time around but sick if I am not eating or drinking a little of something! This blog made me realize I have the everyday mama blues and that everyone has them! Thanks for a good post!!
I had the Lansinoh pump for a month. the day before i had to go back to work it died. unable to be recessed. good luck with yours, hope they improved their design. i am tired too...it's the heat
My sentiments - exactly, but add in another boy. We are both, Lion and myself, searching for just a little peace and quiet amidst two grumpy babies with yet another cold.
Your honesty is refreshing. Anyone who hasn't had the Stay at Home Mommy Blahs must have a maid, a doting mother, or medicated children. Then again maybe some women really do wear pearls and a-lines while vacuuming. In the meantime I'm glad I still keep company with reality :) love ya xoxo
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