When you’re a mom who’s home with the babies all. day. long, it’s easy to believe that your life has been taken hostage by the tiny people who can’t even walk or talk yet. You give everything to the little thumb-suckers and it makes you believe that you have no life, no friends, and nothing left that’s yours.
How wrong we all are to think such nonsense!
Sure, your bed is still the sanctuary and oasis it’s been since the kids were born, but now everything from your meals to your sanity seems as if it was taken from you. Even your sense of time is robbed. Like, I don’t even know what day it is unless I have a bill due. My girls will be one year old soon and I feel like they just slid out of me a couple of months ago.
This sense of removal from everything you love and hold close to you – aside from your children, of course – is a hell of a lot to come to terms with. But we haven’t lost it all, moms. In order to keep ourselves from crushing our own identities, we should remember what is truly ours and cling to it like the climbing monkeys our babies are.
I do a lot for my babies, but I also do a lot for myself without even realizing it. Instead of wallowing in the memories of hitting the gym or hitting up happy hour, I’m choosing to look at what I enjoy, aside from getting giggles from my pups.
When the girls are asleep in their car seats and Mama’s heading home, there’s no moment that compares to driving through the Starbs window and ordering a half-sweet dirty chai. Mmm, this indulgence is well deserved.
8:00 – 11:00 pm
Between the hours of 8pm and 11pm, this time is all mine. I can do whatever I want, whether that means getting my thrills from the simplicities of a hot shower, cozy pjs, and cuddling during a stream of TOSH.O, or flying solo on a trip to Costco. WOOOOO!
Vanilla Body Wash
I don’t spend too much time primping myself anymore. Mom buns, majorly-chipped nail polish, and stubbly legs are my new normal. But when I get in that shower and pop open my vanilla body wash, I feel like a new woman! One that takes the time to indulge in beauty and luxury.
Let’s line ’em up. What’ll it be tonight? The Mindy Project, Nashville, Gilmore Girls, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, or Once Upon A Time? Doesn’t matter, they’re all my guilty pleasures, for my entertainment only, and are SO FAR FROM NURSERY RHYMES I COULD DANCE WITH GLEE. Only I don’t dance. Too tired.
I do love me from fresh produce, samples, and the freedom that our local food mart provides. Until you become a parent, you’ll never understand how much joy this daily outing can bring to your life. Food is life, and among it you find bliss… and chocolate and ice cream.
Fully charged controller? Check. Fuzzy blanket? Check. Beer? Check! Let’s do this. When there is nothing in my way – no deadlines, no sports games, and no demanding infants – I take to the PS4 and commit myself for TWO WHOLE HOURS (or more, if I’m lucky!) to conquering caves, dragons, and quests. The mental break and escape from reality that this game provides rivals a long-forgotten pleasure: shopping with a disposable income!
Babies can’t drive. Babies can’t talk. Therefore, they have no say and no opinion on whether they want to listen to my Adele CD or JACK FM or the Across The Universe soundtrack. Cry all you want, you’re gonna fall asleep anyways.
Since I love my girls so much, I can’t help but share them with the world. Yes, I know, proud mommy here. But really, I’m getting my jollies from building up my audience for this blog, and I don’t care who knows it! Not only that, but I love the detachment of wasting time scrolling through the lives of others. Oooo, that fancy restaurant looks amazing! That deep-fried thing also looks great! Honestly, I mostly look at food and babies.
This has been a thing for me pre-twins. I’ll never let it go, and I’ll never apologize for it. Send me more lives, people!
This blog is all mine. Muah ha ha! It’s my outlet, my punching bag, and my confidante. I love it and it…hates me sometimes because I often ignore it, but it always forgives.
Barre + Cycle
A super new thing that’s mine is this very weird, but very tough, fitness trend – barre. I normally hate working out, especially since becoming so burnt out from baby-wrangling I can barely walk, but this might work out. I don’t know. For the next 30 days, I’m committing myself and will try to push aside the guilt of leaving the girls to do something for me. The June 30 Day Challenge is a super big thing that I just learned about at The Dailey Method (in the Glebe). Um, and can someone please join me so that I don’t do this alone? Wah!
So, those are my things. Aaaaand it makes me super happy to remember them all during the long and tiring, teething, and growing toddler days.
What are your things? I chose 11 because that’s the date of my girls’ 1st birthday, next month! But, I’d really love to hear any number of mom things.
Take control of your things!