January 31, 2010
My Sweats are Categorized
I am having one of those days where I'd like to call in sick for my mommy gig. My kids are even being good- so I can't figure it out. It's one of those days where I think if I hear: "Mom. Mom. Moooooommmmmmm!" one more time I may just blow a gasket. I have considered changing my name to djsaifdjdsi or some other thing that the kids can't pronounce and thus repeat a million times a day, but I don't think the idea would catch on. It's one of those days where I look at the pile of laundry that needs to be folded and put away and it just makes me want to puke. One of those days where I've already run the dishwasher twice and there are still dirty dishes in the sink. One of those days where I opened up the washing machine and realized that I washed a pull-up and 3 popsicle sticks. One of those days where hubby thinks that Sunday is perfect for sitting around and watching sports while I frantically play catch-up!
Don't get me wrong- I LOVE being a mom- but dude- some days I just get all the way burned out. Like somebody smoked me all the way down to the filter. Yep- I realize how blessed I am to be able to be a stay-at-home mom. This is not intended to be a working mom-vs- stay-at-home mom rant. Because, oh my gosh, I've tried both and they are both hard in very different ways. And they are both great! To each his own. I think at the heart of it, every mom just needs to do what feels right for her family. No matter which way you go, moms are heroes, blah, blah, blah.
But last night, I reached a new low in my mommy hood. We've been doing some painting projects. I have been trying to hurry up and get lots of home projects done before baby boy comes home. My dad said last night that it was kind of silly because Miles isn't going to realize if the house has a new coat of paint or not. I totally know this- but my thinking is that there were tons of things to be done and it's easier to do it now before I have another baby attached to my hip.
So anyway- I had just gone to Lowe's to get another gallon of paint. I went in my baseball cap and sweats and just said a prayer as I walked across the parking lot that I wouldn't run into anybody that I knew (PLEASE God- is that too much to ask?!) When I got home and got ready to paint, the following thought ran across my mind:
"I guess before I paint I need to take off my nice sweat pants and put on my gross sweat pants."
OH NO! I have become one of those women who has classifications of sweat pants! When did this happen to me? How can I fix it? Maybe the easiest fix would be to own more than one pair of jeans. Or go with the ever popular yoga pants(even though God knows it's been a loooong time since I've done actual yoga.) And then I took a good long look at myself in the mirror and realized that my eyebrows haven't been plucked in a coon's age and now look like woolly worms attached to my forehead. And I found 3 gray hairs last week. And those 20 pounds I've been meaning to lose are still hanging out on my thighs. And things that used to not droop are now resting somewhere around my belly button! And the bags under my eyes are so bad I look like I have on Halloween makeup. I'm sure it's nothing a little sleep, some wax and a shower can't cure, but OMG- it scared the bejeezus out of me!!
Either way- this new low in self image has me in a mommy funk today. Maybe there needs to be a little margarita therapy in my future? Or a nap? Or a hot bath? Or a chocolate cake? Or an hour of solitude? Or...
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