Tidbits about me.....

Well, it seems like everything these days is NOT about me. Hey, that is what happens when you become a mom. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom and wouldn't change it for the world. One thing I'm going to work on is becoming more satisfied with me. I've been forgetting to take care of myself, both in mind and body.

Here's how my day goes: I get up by 6:00am and am ready to head out the door by 7:00. You'd be amazed at what I can do in an hour. Here's how it goes - shower, "primp", get dressed, get bags ready, make lunch, feed the dog, eat breakfast, then feed the baby (I'm still breast feeding). I do take a few minutes to sit down and drink a cup of coffee while watching the local news. I tell you, that is a precious 10 minutes I absolutely will not give up.

I drive to the bus stop (drinking another cup of coffee on the way) and jump on any old bus that crosses the river. I might get some morning entertainment, but for the most part, the bus is tame at 7:30am. At 7:40, I pick up the phone to clock in and I'm ready to work.

4:30pm and I'm ready to head home. I hop back on the bus to get to my car. Now, this bus ride usually provides some great people watching. There's a variety of people: homeless, rude, pregnant, stinky, obese. I try to ignore most of the people, seeing as how my ride is so short. I could devote a whole blog to my bus adventures. One day I will tell the tales.

5:00pm I get home and unload my bags. As of now, I'm wearing the mommy hat. Sometimes I feed the kiddo some mama milk when I get home. All I really have to do to make him happy is hold him or play with him. I feel like I hit the ground running once I get home. No time for rest!!! Mr. Man will eat some sort of pureed meat (ewwww) and some finger foods. All the while, dear husband (DH) will be making us adults some dinner. Yes, I know I'm lucky to have a wonderful husband who does 99% of the cooking. We actually get to sit down and eat our dinner. The only drawback is that Mr. Man will stare at us eating. Frequent words are, "do you ever get the feeling that someone is watching you?" One of these days, we'll all be eating the same thing. Until then, it's chopped/pureed foods for the kiddo.

7:00pm is bathtime for Mr. Man. He knows the sign for bath and really lights up when I tell him we're going to the bath. He doesn't mind getting his hair washed, but he HATES getting his face washed. From what I can remember of my nieces, this is pretty common. We get about 20 minutes in the bath, most of which he spends splashing around or trying to grab for the faucet or shower door. Oh, and lately he's been sipping the bath water. He won't drink out of a sippy cup, yet he'll drink nasty bath water.

7:30pm is about his usual bedtime. Once he has his PJs on, we go and give daddy a slobbery kiss and head for the bedroom. I absolutely used to love this time of day. We'd lay in our bed and I'd feed him. Most times, we'd both fall asleep snuggling and him breastfeeding. Now, all he wants to do is check things out. One suck or two and he's popped off, too impatient to wait for the milk to come. This is repeated several times until he finally waits long enough for the milk and is tired of thrashing around. Mind you, I keep the room as dark and quiet as possible to limit any distractions for the boy.

8:00pm mommy needs a drink. DH and I used to be hooked on Lost, but we're both (mostly me) going through withdrawls until Season 4 comes out on DVD and we can power through that before season 5 starts. Seriously, this is pathetic, but I love this show. It's not realistic, but it has more plot twist and turns than any show I've ever seen. So, instead of watching TV, I've taken to cleaning. Yeah, I know, not the same thing, but it's a healthy outlet to keep myself occupied. I'm scouring the kitchen, top to bottom, in sections. The stove area is next. Let me tell you, it's going to be nasty. I'm going to pull the stove out and clean behind it. I can't imagine 3+ years of food that has slipped down there.

10:00pm sleep time.

6:00am wake up and repeat. Oh, yes, even on Saturdays Mr. Man gets me up at this time. I don't get mad. Who could be mad at a 28 inch cutie pie with big blue eyes who smiles at me first thing in the morning? Honestly, I can't think of a better way to start my day. I'm not trying to be selfish, but I need some more me time. More importantly, I need more us time with DH. That is what I need to work on.