Sick, I know.
Why would you not even take a few minutes to do such an easy, hygienic, thing Ana? The answer is that I have put Lucy to sleep in the moby wrap nearly every night since her birth and in order to get her to stay asleep I need to gingerly take her out of it and then lay right next to her and go to sleep myself. Pathetic? Yes. Very. But this is a phase and I know it will pass.
|A typical Ana sighting these days|
I am not a huge baby-wearing advocate, but I am a huge not-hearing-baby-cry-any-more-than-I-need-to advocate, and it's too early to have her cry it out. Hence the baby-wearing.
I am also not a huge co-sleeping advocate (not even close). But I am a huge get-as-much-sleep-as-I-possibly-can-even-if-that-means-sleeping-right-next-to-baby-for-months advocate. Hence the co-sleeping.
And another thing. By the time I get a basket of laundry folded and put away there are always 4 more waiting to be done. I have cleaned ONE, count em, ONE toilet ONE time since Lucy's birth and only because the stank was that bad. Resembling something close to one of those out door gas station bathrooms that the owners have clearly forgotten all about. There are still bags of baby crap from the hospital lying around. I've lost my temper approximately 1324 times since coming home from the hospital at my toddlers. Yes, lost my temper at my toddlers. A lot. I have cried probably the same amount.
Why the H am I telling you all this?
I've gotten a lot of sweet comments from lovely readers, some even indicating that I have it all together and I love the sweet comments- in fact, keep them coming, between those and the wine, I should be able to get through the next few months. But please know that I have taken nary a full length picture without wearing my trusty spanx. And the only reason I make it out of the house with all 3 girls to the store or where ever is because I rely heavily on social interaction to not really go crazy and if I stay in the house for too long I start to get anxious and weepy- a lovely result of the ever-fluctuating hormones.
|Rapidly inhaling the second half of the creamer bottle|
I realize I have basically been doing outfit posts or quick takes almost exclusively since the third babe came, and this is because of a few things a) I pretty much never am not holding a baby b) I don't want to just complain about how hard things are with 3 kids and c) my brain is on its lowest level of functioning, which inevitably results in the dumbest ideas ever for blog posts. I've bounced a couple off of Mike and gotten many a blank stare or just "no, that's not funny, don't do that".
I am giving myself a solid year to get things together, then I will be pounding out the old original, awesome funny material you're used to. I don't know whose blog I am talking about, I clearly don't read my own enough.
Alright, that's enough reality for today.