Holy Cow. April has proved itself to be a crazy month and I have apparently not yet figured out how to manage my time very well...
blog or feed baby?
Baby won.
We have had company, STAAR testing, I started a 2 times a week yoga class, and I got sick. A virus of sorts, which basically means feel-like-crap-until-you-feel-better-and-no-medicine-for-you. Yep, this time it was me and not the little babe. Fingers crossed that her well streak continues ;)
We also transitioned Delilah into a big girl bed. I am still trying to figure out bedding and what not, as soon as I get everything together (I am laughing as I type that) I will post pictures. She has been sleeping pretty well in it, a shit load better than how she was sleeping in her crib, that much I do know! We have chalked the new bed up as a win!
As I am typing this, Byron is in her room trying to put her down for nightnight. This week she has been all about Dad and has not wanted anything to do with me. I am finding myself confused and awarded with30 60 extra minutes to myself. Weird.
The guys went on a trip to the country for the weekend and I was able to catch up with a dear friend of mine. We talked babies, husbands, the usual. We had a great time and I wish they didn't have to go back home to be honest! We were talking about this blog and other little tid bits and we decided that people need to know that not every day is perfect. That there is some sort of struggle each and every mom faces on a daily basis. And even the most put together looking mom, has days where she is about to lose her shit. Sometimes I think all of the Instagram filters and VSCO cams can make life look a little too perfect and make others feel like they are not good enough or haven't done enough with their families.
I am here to tell you, I don't have rainbows coming out of my you know what, and I don't think anyone does for that matter. Even though sometimes, it really does seem like it.
You know when you are looking for a new hair do, and you have pinned about 59 different hairstyles and once you finally decided to pick one and do it, you love it for a minute then look back at the picture and think, "Well it doesn't really look like the picture."? I have realized that the majority of the time, those people have hair extensions, and a team of people, and that took hours to do their hair.
Also, it is a Victoria Secret's models job to have a body like that. Like how most people have a copy machine, ball point pen, and computer to do their jobs, those models have trainers, chefs, and nutritionists to do theirs. (That was not really related to this post or blog, but I really felt the need to say it. I feel better. Thank you.)
I guess the point of this post is to remind myself that it is ok to be me. Ok to have meltdowns in the middle of an Old Navy parking lot. Ok that I lost my temper when Delilah started to do leg lifts while I was changing her diaper. Ok that we got chicken again from Chickfila for dinner. Ok that my hair turned out nothing like the picture.
It is ok that I don't have rainbows coming out of my ass.
I love you all and I hope you have a great week :)
xoxo
As I am typing this, Byron is in her room trying to put her down for nightnight. This week she has been all about Dad and has not wanted anything to do with me. I am finding myself confused and awarded with
The guys went on a trip to the country for the weekend and I was able to catch up with a dear friend of mine. We talked babies, husbands, the usual. We had a great time and I wish they didn't have to go back home to be honest! We were talking about this blog and other little tid bits and we decided that people need to know that not every day is perfect. That there is some sort of struggle each and every mom faces on a daily basis. And even the most put together looking mom, has days where she is about to lose her shit. Sometimes I think all of the Instagram filters and VSCO cams can make life look a little too perfect and make others feel like they are not good enough or haven't done enough with their families.
I am here to tell you, I don't have rainbows coming out of my you know what, and I don't think anyone does for that matter. Even though sometimes, it really does seem like it.
You know when you are looking for a new hair do, and you have pinned about 59 different hairstyles and once you finally decided to pick one and do it, you love it for a minute then look back at the picture and think, "Well it doesn't really look like the picture."? I have realized that the majority of the time, those people have hair extensions, and a team of people, and that took hours to do their hair.
Also, it is a Victoria Secret's models job to have a body like that. Like how most people have a copy machine, ball point pen, and computer to do their jobs, those models have trainers, chefs, and nutritionists to do theirs. (That was not really related to this post or blog, but I really felt the need to say it. I feel better. Thank you.)
I guess the point of this post is to remind myself that it is ok to be me. Ok to have meltdowns in the middle of an Old Navy parking lot. Ok that I lost my temper when Delilah started to do leg lifts while I was changing her diaper. Ok that we got chicken again from Chickfila for dinner. Ok that my hair turned out nothing like the picture.
It is ok that I don't have rainbows coming out of my ass.
I love you all and I hope you have a great week :)
xoxo
Love this. Love you. <3
ReplyDeleteIs there something in the air? Is it that time of year? I was thinking similar thoughts the past week or two. My son was well fed (at least with the few foods he's decided he still likes), but he's been watching way too much tv, and I've decided that the house just isn't going to be as clean as I want it to be. Yep, no rainbows here either.
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