Cleanliness is next to godliness? If that's the case, then I'm going to hell! Our living room looks like the stomping ground of a baby war zone. While I'm sure that's perfectly normal, its my lack of motivation to keep things clean and tidy that I think might not be normal. Yes, I try to clean, but really its nothing like my old Hotel George standards where the house was scrubbed from top to bottom. Now everything has a hefty coating of dust, bathrooms are dirty, laundry is piled as high as Mt. Everest, and I don't think I've vacuumed in a month. To be frank, everywhere I look there's work to be done and I honestly don't care. I feel tired, and ragged, worn down and just plain old. I'm nearing 30 in a few weeks and my body aches like I'm 50. Maybe from the extra weight that I unrealistically thought would miraculously disappear? Possibly from the perpetual sleep deprived state I now live in? Whatever the case might be, it sucks.
Tubby Wubby
I know now that I had extremely high expectations going into post-pardum. After the near picture perfect pregnancy, rebounding back into my old figure (or better) was going to be a piece of cake. Days, weeks and months have slipped by, and well, I'm still waiting for that to happen... The glaring truth of the matter is I know I should be working out, but I can't find the motivation to actually do it. I tell myself every Monday, this is going to be the week to get back into a workout routine. The week flies right by and I've gained another couple of pounds. See, I associate working out with, well, work (and I work enough as it is). 40 hours a week in the office; all the other hours of the week as a mom and wife. I struggle to find 10 free minutes a day, and when I do, the last thing I want is to workout. I want to sit my tush on the couch, eat some comfort food and mentally check out.
Its time for a change. Its time to reinvent me.
