Since becoming a mom, I feel like I refer to myself as "hot-mess" alllll the time. Oh, and I'm not giving myself a compliment by saying I'm hot. In fact, quite the opposite.
Even though I lovvvve it, becoming a mom is an adjustment. It shakes your lifestyle. Err...should I say, it "shapes" your lifestyle.
Some days, I don't get a shower.
I roll out of bed, and she needs me...immediately.
Therefore, the hair--a mess. The outfit-- what outfit? Whatever I wore to bed works fine. Sometimes I even forget to brush my teeth. Or heck, don't remember to brush them until mid-afternoon. Often times, I don't eat breakfast. Because, I forget. Or, we sleep in so long that I totally.miss.it. I always get my coffee...by some point. I prep it with a baby on the hip, but, I will always figure out a way to ingest it. Because, it's important to my life (since baby, ferreal). My house? Totally not up to par. I would fail a white glove test. No, I would more then fail, if there even were such a thing. Dog toys are strewn about the floor. Burp cloths are hanging over the back of the sofa. The recycling is sitting on the kitchen counter needing to be taken out. Oh, and dinner? What dinner? I've NOT "cooked" once since having Emeline. I kid you not. My husband, who works 10 hour days...yea, him--he comes home and grills for us. Every.night. I drink a Dr. Pepper everyday. It's unnecessary calories that I seriously do.not.need (my jiggly tummy will tell you that) yet, I still drink it. Thanks to breastfeeding, I'm thirsty alll the time [water cups are EVERYwhere], oh, and hungry too. I usually forget to pee. Or, I get too busy to pee. I have intentions of getting out and taking a walk everyday, but it doesn't always happen. Oh, and my poor pup...it's a good thing he's learned to hold his bladder for many, many hours. And good Lordy, thank you cards...wow. Just wow. I'm so behind on them that I'm literally scared to even attempt writing them.
I feel behind on life. It's true.
Yet, I feel so alive all at the same time.
I love being a mom.
The messy kitchen.
The sans-makeup days (although its a rarity).
The burp clothes strewn about the house.
The endless laundry.
I'll take all of it.
It's worth it, after all.