Tuesday, March 3, 2009

And While It May Be Easier....

That doesn't mean I have time to do all the things that need to be done. Here's a newsflash that most of you probably already knew. Everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING takes longer when you have a baby. Ultimately, there are only so many hours available in the day and now that my little screamer is on somewhat of a schedule I can't resist that sweet seductress sleep when she's so near and available. The end result? An embarrassing number of things (chores, mostly) that get neglected.

I've got a secret to confess...and it's a little gross so if you're sensitive, you may just not want to read any further.

I have nail polish on my toes that is older than my child.

Mom took me to get a pedicure sometime late in my pregnancy, and even though I couldn't see the toes hiding beneath my giant, pregnant belly, I was happy to have pretty, groomed feet. I hadn't been able to reach them in months and they'd gotten a little scary.

Since Connor was born I can REACH my feet, but somehow I never seem to find the time.

Not when loading the dishwasher requires breaking down half-a-dozen bottles, pump parts, baby food making accouterments and the like in addition to my normal mommy-food making stuff. I run the friggin' thing almost every day and still end up with left-overs in the sink that wouldn't fit in the machine.

Laundry is another challenge entirely. Do you know how long it takes to fold even a small mountain of tiny onsies? I don't have a small mountain, though. I have the Everest of clothes laying on my couch right now, that taunts me every time I walk in my living room.

The only thing that doesn't get extra time these days is personal care. Getting ready for work in the morning usually involves a brief shower and finding something to cover my nakedness that isn't TOO wrinkly from being wadded up on the sofa for a week.

Unless my efforts at expediency are foiled by the charming wiles of my son. He leaned in this morning to hug my face (so I thought) and rewarded my "aww" moment by puking in my hair. Last time it was my cleavage, so I guess I should be glad. One of these days I might learn that my child's seeming affections always come with a price! An extra shower for mommy, aaaaannnnd I'm late for work...again.

I've been trying to save money to get one of these. Connor adores riding around in the Baby Bjorn. However, cooking, folding clothes and such are not as easy with a baby strapped to your chest as you might imagine. I thought having a happy, entertained baby strapped to my back AND free hands might, at least in part, resolve some of my mess issues.

So...even though my toes are scary and my hair (which has become a pull-toy for tiny hands) is a disaster, I resist the urge to go to the beauty parlor for a trim and a pedi in the hopes that one day soon, I will be able to walk from room to room WITHOUT tripping on something shiny and plastic.


Stephanie F. said...

Great post!! The comment about your nail polish being older than Connor definitely made me laugh. You're awesome!!

Stephanie said...

I'm sorry, but I laughed really hard at his puking in your b/c that EXACT thing happened to me last night. I thought I was gonna get cuddled, but instead I got it down the side of my neck & in my cleavage. Ugh.