Girlfriend

OH HELLO THERE! I finally got a moment...we'll see how long this lasts!... to try to frantically capture a few thoughts. I have to say, being a mom to two kids has been a great transition and I can hardly believe Avery is already 5 weeks old! 5 WEEKS! That also means I haven't slept more than 3 hrs in a row in 5 WEEKS, so forgive me if this is a little disjointed. Of course, this transition has been eased by having LM still in daycare, which was the BEST decision we've made. This is his first week scaling back to part-time, which was perfect because Dr. F was home for Memorial Day, so tomorrow is LM's first weekday day home with Avery and I. I have done two 24 hr shifts with just me and the kids already and plenty of night's of just the 3 of us while Dr. F has been on call, the first one when Avery was just barely a week old. If there is one thing I've learned being a parent, you don't stop to think about things, you just do them because they have to get done.

We've also found that having two kids has been no big deal. I mean, it is a big deal, but I think LM broke us in already with the early wake ups and dead social life, soooo...you know what I mean. Besides, all Avery wants is to eat and be carried in the Moby ALL. THE. TIME. I can bathe LM, wash dishes, make dinner AND go the bathroom with my Ladybug in Moby. Dear God, thank you for creating the inventors of the Moby. For realz.

Now, one thing that hasn't been so fab is the regression on my part to survival mode. Ok ok, I know. Taking care of a 5 week old and a 3.5 yr old and a husband who is a resident demand survival mode, and most days that means not a single lick of makeup, my hair a frizzy mess (but we don't have central AC so I'm not going near a blow dryer and its been freakin' hot!), oh and I'm in that post-baby body hell (more on that later...yay). I am so thankful for a beautiful, healthy, happy family and a husband who loves me no matter what. But y'all, I just want to be my hubby's girlfriend again and not because he puts any pressure on me. Let me explain- if I were his girlfriend, I'd never let him see me with such frizzy hair or so little make-up, or such a messy house. Now, when I go out, I settle for looking "good-enough" and it sucks. I choose between doing my make-up or hair, but not both, because who has time for that? I'm hopelessly unfashionable, and have zero idea of how to accessorize.  It's vain and petty and so #firstworldproblems, but sometimes, you just want to feel like a rockstar, but these days, I'm a rockstar if I get the bed made.