January 16, 2007

My, How Things Change

Posted in Buggle Bite, Motherhood, Parenting at 1:04 pm by Momma

I have yet to read a pregnancy or parenting book that hasn’t had a lengthy chapter on the importance of “Taking Care of Mom.” Usually at least 25 pages on doing something nice for yourself to relieve stress and tension. While pregnant with The Buggle when I read these chapters I would fantasize about going to the salon to keep up with my highlights. Maybe popping in for a message. And every now and again having date night with Daddy. Yeah, it was going to be great–I had it all planned out in my head!

Lets fast forward six months:

Yesterday, I shaved my legs for the forth, maybe fifth time since giving birth. Yeah, you can say it–ewww! Until about ten days ago I hadn’t had my highlights done in over seven months. Can you say roots? I have never gotten a message, and only went out with Daddy once on our anniversary.

Yeah, suffice to say that taking care of myself has a whole new meaning these days. In any given day I strive for: showering before noon, brushing my teeth and hair at least twice a day (preferably the first time being before noon), wearing clean or semi-clean clothing, remembering to feed the dog, eating only one meal from a box, bag or can, getting at least four hours of continuous sleep and venturing to the promise land–the mailbox!

Yeah, life’s a bit different these days. The Holy Grail of Motherhood: A FULL UNINTERRUPTED 8 HOURS OF DROOL ON YOUR PILLOW SLEEP! While The Buggle is not quite there yet, he is getting closer. His usual routine has him sawing logs around 8 pm and waking up for a snack around 3:30.

DISCLAIMER: Jasmine’s Mommy may wish to forgo reading the rest of this post. As envy is one of the seven deadly sins…

The last two nights The Buggle has slept a bit longer. By a bit I mean two hours the night before last and two and a half hours last night. Yeah, can you believe it? He slept from 7:45 last night to 6:00 this morning!

The catch? Even though I am in bed all warm and cozy starting about 4 am I go into “Mommy Mode.” Knowing he is due to wake up any minute, I pseudo-sleep. Tossing and turning listening for that inevitable Momma I’m Starving cry.

The sleepin’ in two hours more than normal catch? My poor tatas have no idea what the hell is going on and swell to the size of basketballs. Wet, leaky painful basketballs. Making it nearly impossible to sleep in any position that applies any sort of pressure on the girls. By feedin’ time, they’re leaking gushing like an old faucet. The poor Buggle can’t keep up and does his best to bring them back to non porn star size.

So while the Holy Grail is in sight, I’m not quite there yet. Come on Mother Nature keep up already!

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3 Comments »

  1. tayce said,

    Poor girls….I hear wrapping them in cabbage does….something! πŸ™‚

  2. laura said,

    Hah! Jen, I love how you put things. πŸ˜› Our lives are amazingly alike.

  3. grandpa of buggles said,

    no worries, you will get your life back in about twenty years, a blink of an eye. then it gets kind of interesting all over again.


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