My life is full of glitz and glam. Think of the actress wearing a pink feather boa robe and the fluffly slippers ⇐ that’s me. You know the one drinking mimosas in the morning while lounging by the pool with huge sunglasses blocking out the rays. So, so me.
Except . . .
Trade in the word actress for mom and instead of a pink robe with fuzzy slippers, I usually wear mismatched pajamas and torn up slippers. Mimosas in my world is water and green tea and lounging by the pool with sunglasses is me pushing my hair out of my face, lounging by my son in the living room while he claws at my computer and I try to answer emails.
And the crazy thing is, I would choose the latter any day.
I think my life is like every other mom out there. The sun is barely parting the curtains and I’m up and taking a shower before the baby wakes up because washing my crevices is important to me. Nothing like starting the day in your own filth, I can’t do it.
Then it’s like clockwork, breakfast for the baby, milk, and play. He runs around the house (he’s 15 months old) babbling, showing me books and cars while the Today show plays in the background. Our morning is simple, I try to get some work done like answering emails, catching up on social media, and writing if the baby lets me. He plays with his cars most of the time and reads books while I sit at my “desk”. Somedays it’s easy and somedays it’s really hard. On the hard days, I put my computer away and just focus on the baby. Even though there are days where all I can think about are deadlines and what I need to do, the baby comes first.
Lunch is the best time of the day, not because I like to eat, but because right after lunch, it’s two-hour nap time. Picture this, you know those GIFs where cats are typing at lightning speed on computers, that’s me when the baby is napping. GET ALL THE WORDS IN!!!! It’s a race and most of the time, the baby ends up winning right at the most inopportune times, like right before the Hero is about to dish out the salami to his lady.
When the baby wakes up, the routine starts again, food, water, diaper changes, poop, poop, poop. I think any mother can relate. From two to seven it’s a five hour blur of when is bedtime and where did all the time go? When I’m losing my mind, I turn on TLC or HGTV for a little escape. I try to fit a workout in where I can. We have an afternoon family walk and all I can say is THANK GOD I don’t cook. I’m not very good at it, like at all.
Seven PM is bed time and I usually have an ice cream, because it’s my reward for making it through another day and then I sit down with my computer where I try to get everything done for the day.
My life is glamorous in a way, not in a fancy celebrity way, but in a way that I get to stay at home, work, and watch my child grow up right in front of me. It’s hard, there are days where I don’t think I will make it through another hour, but when the baby gives me a hug or rests his head on my shoulder, I know I’m living the glam life.
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