I’m not sure how people do it — marriage, parenting, working, hobbies. How does that even work?
As you can tell, one of the things that I’ve let go of is this blog. It isn’t because I don’t have things I want to share (because I do), it’s that I don’t have time to share them. If I’m going to write a blog post these days, it’s for work — I get paid to do it. If I’m going to share a photo, it’s going on Facebook or Instagram — both are easier. If I have a quick thought, it goes on Twitter (and sometimes doesn’t make sense and comes out of NO WHERE). If I notice an interesting bookish trend, it goes on Goodreads (listopia has become my friend).
I have all of these other outlets, that force this one aside. It’s unintentional, but it happens. This isn’t the only hobby that gets squeezed or just left behind. I haven’t touched a crochet hook in almost a year. I color occasionally, but often have to decide between coloring or reading. The stack of books by my bed causes me anxiety, so I feel guilty about coloring instead of reading them. Funny thing is…coloring helps with anxiety more than reading. Perhaps I should grab my coloring books and pencils more than I grab a book filled with words.
According to Pew, I read more than the people they surveyed. And I’m pretty sure I read more than several of my co-workers. But when you tend to spend a lot of time on the bookish interwebz, it can never feel like enough. There’s always another book you must read. Sometimes 7-10 in a week. I have zero patience for uninteresting books, if it doesn’t grab me immediately it will most likely end up forgotten like the pile below all of those library books. (I WILL finish a few of them…I WILL!)
Another thing I haven’t figured out how to fit into my life: Shutterfly. I miss it so much. I hardly have time to move images onto my back-up hard drive from my phone (it is both a blessing and a curse to have 128 GB of space on my phone), much less organize them into a photo album of our lives. It’s almost time for our annual album and I’ve gotten through January (I went back to work in February, so…). I’ve got thousands of photos to sort through…perhaps we’ll get our desktop fixed (ha! add it to the list of all the things we have to spend money on) soon so I have a computer with a real disk space (I’ve only got an HP Stream to use now…very limited hd space).
So how do other people do this? How do they make it work? How do they balance ALL OF THIS? Is this why so many marriages end in divorce? There’s no me-time anymore so people get bitter and unhappy and the marriage falls apart? I’m not suggesting we’re anywhere close to that, but I can see why it happens. I’m lucky to have Jesse. He makes the marriage part easy and he does his best to make sure I get a couple of days to myself a month — on those days I get facials or massages or become one with the couch (or fit in dentist appointments and haircuts and laundry).
I’ll figure it out eventually. I’ve heard it’ll get easier after it gets harder. I’m aware that I still have the really challenging days of toddlerhood ahead.
Funny thing: I’ve given up on wearing any color other than black to work to cut down on 1. shopping, 2. loads of laundry, 3. thinking about how I look. I’ve kept it so simple the past few weeks and it’s been AMAZING. How did I not discover this sooner? Black shirts, black pants, black shoes, red lipstick, crazy hair (its natural state), maybe simple accessories. So easy, so awesome, and I’ve never gotten so many compliments before in my life about 1. my awesome lipstick (yes…I still love red lipstick, in this photo it’s Ruby Woo pencil and lipstick with an Urban Decay primer), 2. how thin I look (no, I haven’t lost weight…in fact, I’ve probably gained some), 3. my Betseyville glasses (that I’ve worn for at least 2 years), 4. my crazy hair (who knew a middle part was on point (is this where I can use the word “fleek”)?! I can thank my nutso postpartum new hairs for this. There’s no controlling them, so sometimes I can’t do anything about how my hair parts. I could do an entire post about my new hairs. It looks like I got bangs, but weird wispy super fine bangs…all over my head).
No air conditioning.
It is hot.
Place baby on tummy.
Play with baby.
Notice dog has eye boogers.
Attempt to fix.
Continue fixing eye of dog.
Baby burps again.
Baby is on hardwood floor scooting around in own vomit.
Also runny nose into her mouth.
Must clean baby and floor.
Get towel for floor while baby continues to be covered in goo.
Take baby to kitchen counter to disrobe baby for bath thinking just a wet diaper.
Baby has pooped.
Transport baby to living room.
Poop on baby belly and legs.
Potentially on own body.
Finally get baby to sink.
Baby attempts to drink water.
Remove baby from sink and place in jammies.
Think baby wants to play.
Baby wants to cry.
Covered in snot and drool.
Baby and self.
Feel inside mouth.
Time for bed.
Marathon, not sprint.
Baby falls asleep.
Place baby gently in crib.
Pat baby on belly and make soothing sounds.
Walk out of room.
Baby is asleep.
We have a healthy, happy baby. She is 100% across the charts, so yeah, she’s a little larger than other babies. When I tell people my adorable little girl is six months old I get the surprised face and then the “oh she is a big girl.” Yeah…and? Just tell me she’s adorable.
The real struggle with having a happy, healthy baby though: the clothes. Some brands are made for pip-squeaks (no offense to the little guys out there). The whole Gerber line seems to be a slim-cut versus the regular cut of Circo. The MOST annoying thing is jammies. At Target (the place I shop most) snap-front pajamas only go up to size nine months. The Carter’s (and all of the many labels under the Carter’s name) 9 month sizes fit up to 28.5 inches and 20.5 pounds. Guess who’s baby was measuring 20 pounds and 28 inches at her last doctor’s appointment. Her little chunky thighs come busting out of her jammies most nights.
I’m not ready for my six month old to wear pajama separates. I want her to wear snap-front footie pajamas for as long as possible. Zipper-jammies are annoying because they have that one leg you have to struggle to get in/out. Plus, the bigger the pajamas, the skinnier the baby needs to be (or so it seems). I tried putting her in some 12-month zip-front jammies and she was like a little sausage.
And swimsuits…for my chunk o’baby? Hah! I bought one at Gymboree in a 6-12 month size. Yeah…it was returned. Even the swim bottoms we bought are a challenge to put on her. But at least I know that if she poops in the pool, it’s not leaking out around her thighs!
The struggle is real.
I guess shopping for clothes is a problem a tall girl can have at any age.
I’m not even going to get into the troubles I have finding clothes these days. Can I just wear my maternity clothes forever? Stretchy waists are where it’s at!
It’s so hard to find time to update anything. How do those mommy bloggers do it? Is that all they do? Do they sleep?
So…March…Evie grew. We went to the zoo. Evie had her first sleepover with Auntie V and Syd.
I guessed the final two and the winner of the Tournament of Books. So yeah. Obviously my life is super fascinating.
We read a book to Evie one night and she giggled out loud. Needless to say we’ve tried everything to recreate that experience. She really does love Please Mr Panda.
I am going to be better about posting. I always think, “I should write about that.” Then it doesn’t happen. Evie gets hungry or I need to shower or the dishes need to be washed or Evie gets bored and needs attention.
"Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life." – Mark Twain