Showing posts with label vent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vent. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I know what you're thinking...

ugh, another venting post!

I know, I know, but like I said, I've been pretty crabby lately and I need to vent.  And if I can't do it on my personal blog, where can I do it?  And if you don't like it, that's ok, I respect your opinion and you can go right ahead and stop reading.

When I was pregnant, I remember telling Justin how glad I was that we finally had a reason to make our friends and family come to visit us, instead of us always doing the footwork.  Boy, it seems that I was wrong.  I feel like all I've been doing for the past 7 months is packing or unpacking from a trip with our baby.  How is this fair?

When I first started really thinking about it this week, it made me pretty angry.  Now that I've had more time to digest, it really just makes me sad.  Before, we (Justin and I) weren't important enough for people to come see us, but now Kayla isn't even important enough.  Thinking about it makes me want to cry.  I want to show Kayla off to everyone because I just think she's the bees knees, but I'm kinda tired of doing all the work.  And it's taking its toll on us.  I blame this partially for our sleeping difficulties.  How can Kayla get into a routine of any sort when I'm constantly shoving her into a new environment and asking her to sleep at least as well as she does at home.  It's not fair to her at all.

I can't wait to get settled on our own, when I will finally be able to start really enforcing my rules for myself and our little family:

  1. If you want to see your daughter/son/granddaughter/niece/brother/sister/friend you can get your ass in a car and come see us.  I'm done traveling so much with her. (This may seem harsh but if I've learned one thing as a mom, it's that I don't care what anyone else thinks when it comes to the health/happiness of my daughter.)
  2. Mommy is joining and gym and possibly getting a personal trainer and going to said gym at least 3 times a week.  (Clearly, said gym might need to have a little child care area.)
  3. Mommy is finding and joining a moms group so she has some interaction with people besides a 7 month old.
  4. Kayla will be in her very own room that is quiet and dark and peaceful so she can finally feel comfortable sleeping.
  5. Mommy will learn to cook and make dinner at least once a week (to start.)
  6. Once a weekend, we will have "family time."  (Nothing big necessarily, just a set time to just BE together.)
  7. Mommy is going to make a much better effort to talk with her family and friends more regularly.
For now, that's all I can think of.  I realize some of my recent posts may upset people, and I'm sorry, but I'm really not trying to discretely point anyone out, I'm just speaking about our lives in general.  Part of it may be that pesky post-partum depression popping up again, but I'm ready to get our life back to semi-normal and figure out a way to make myself happy as a wife AND mommy now.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Post-baby shopping

I don't think I've tried to hide my love for shopping at all.  I love it.  The rush of a new pair of jeans.  The cool breeze you feel in a new tank top.  Imagining the number of outfits you can wear that new cardigan with.  The thrill of a new pair of shoes.  And now, the excitement of dressing your daughter in that new adorable fall dress.

Well shopping for myself post baby has really sucked.  I feel so limited to shoes and jewelry and make-up. Not that I have a problem shopping for new shoes...ask my husband.  I just feel so crappy about my new body that even trying on clothes doesn't sound like fun at all to me.  It doesn't matter how many people tell me that I "look great", because I don't feel that way.  I feel like all of the clothes I wore prior to getting pregnant accentuate all of the areas that I really hate.

I know I have control over this, and that's why I made a few exercise goals on my 101 list.  But I need someone to be accountable to/with.  I don't enjoy exercising on my own.  I need a partner in crime.  I want to join a gym where I can take some spin classes and pilates classes and have a set time that I feel like I'm letting the instructor down if I don't show up.  Plus, I'm so freaking tired since I think we got dealt the short end of the sleeping stick as Kayla is really not a good sleeper, I don't have any energy to do anything after carrying around my little 15 pound weight all day. (Not to mention my back and hip are KILLING me.)

I just feel crappy about my body and the one thing that was my favorite thing to do to improve my mood is no longer fun.  Maybe one day.

For now, I'll stick to buying these: