Looking like a mommy:
I am in no way a glamorous person, but I’d like to think I’ve always been presentable in public. Until I had kids. Now I can only remember the last time I actually did my hair because it was for my sister in law’s engagement party. 2 weeks ago.
This is now an acceptable conversation with my husband, my mom, my mother in law, and my friends with kids. Is this poop normal? Did she poop today? What did it look like? (I know, gross)
I thought I knew what tired was before having kids. How blissfully unaware I was of what real exhaustion is. Real exhaustion is being 33 weeks pregnant with a rambunctious toddler who is refusing her nap even though I can clearly see her rubbing her eyes. Mommy needs this nap, kid, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO TO SLEEP.
Forget eating sitting down and enjoying your meal. From the minute Sofia was born she has had something against me eating. The second a fork went in my mouth she would wake up screaming and I had to learn how to eat with one hand, over the sink. Now at 20 months it’s high chair tantrums and food throwing, or feeding my sister’s dog instead of herself. I’m constantly on watch. When Dave and I go out to dinner together I feel like I’m on vacation and end up eating in a rush out of habit.
My den used to look like it belonged to the adults that paid for it. Now it’s a sea of stuffed animals, play kitchen accessories, balls, blocks, soft books and play purses and strollers. Pictures from our wedding have been replaced with pictures of Sofia from every minute of her life.
We don’t have cable because my husband is morally opposed to paying a cable company for something he claims to be able to get for free. It is not free. I’m convinced the equipment he bought plus subscriptions to Hulu Plus and Netflix add up to way more. But I digress… I guess the cable thing is a moot point because the only shows I’m allowed to watch now are Sesame Street, Yo Gabba Gabba, and Curious George. I miss you, Real Housewives.
Weekends involve trips to Buy Buy Baby, assembling kid furniture, and baby parties like birthdays and christenings. A long time ago, weekends involved drinking and recovering. And sometimes laundry.
I try not to. But she’s so damn cute. I call my mom, mother in law and sister every time Sofia says anything or does anything. Anything. Everything she does is amazing to me and I’m quite aware that I’m the only one who cares about it but I can’t help myself.
Singing in public:
My friend Laura is the best example of this although we all do it. We sing ridiculous songs we’ve made up to entertain our kids. Anyone that knows her, knows the ‘Shinka Shinka Boy’ song she sings to her son. And we don’t care who’s watching.
Nap time is sacred in our house. I will shush anyone that raises their voice over a whisper, including my dad who tends to yell across the house while she’s sleeping. My house, my rules, dad. (I’ve been waiting a lifetime to say that)
Feel free to add your own surprises about how parenting has changed you. You’re not alone!