Last week I set some goals. I figure Wednesdays to be the best days to look at these goals, see how I did and reassess. Why Wednesday? Why not? It gives me the weekend, plus a fresh start on Monday to try and redeem myself.
He’s almost 6 months old and I feel like my life is still a mess. The only thing I do consistently is wash diapers. I am a mommy first, but dang, I need to start focusing on me again. We went away this weekend and I think I wore eyeliner for the first time since giving birth. Here are my goals. I’m starting out easy.
What’s harder? I honestly can’t decide. And taking WAHM a step further… what’s worse, a set schedule or a flex schedule? Seriously. I can’t figure it out. The main downfall I have experienced as a WAHM is that people don’t seem to understand that the W is WORK. I DO in fact have a job. […]
I don’t really know what I was expecting. A week at the beach. It should be relaxing, right? It was a week with my family, including two 4-year-olds, two 7-year-olds, and a sick Grandpop. But my dad doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with Little B, so I didn’t care. Now we are home and we’re both sick. The little man coughs like an 80 year old woman who has smoked since birth. It is both sad and funny. Luckily, it has been raining non-stop since we got home. Windows open. 70 degrees out. Mother Nature, be our humidifier.
Technically, I have been a mom for 122 days. I like to think it’s been a year. I would argue even more than that. Should I go back to the day we decided it was time to have a baby? Or the day we got married? Let’s stick with a year.