Now this may not apply to fancy moms and organized moms. It may not apply to the moms who have it all together or the ones who always find time for themselves. This is for the real moms who eat, sleep and dream about their kids.
1. Lack of sleep
Ha! People tell you about this when you’re pregnant, but no one PREPARES you for it! There is little to no sleeping with a baby—let alone that other little 3 letter word. And even if you do manage to catch a few winks, your mommy intuition will wake you up at the slightest irregular noise or sound. They will indefinitely wake in the middle of the night and fall back asleep as soon as it is time for work.
2. Lack of privacy
I THINK I remember this definition… baby wants to sleep with you, eat with you, cuddle with you and be carried by you. This can be awesome, but if you’re a mom on the go, this can be bothersome at time. I used to feel guilty about changing in front of the baby. Now, I forget she is even there. I also cannot tell you how many times I have ended up holding her while using the bathroom…
3. Lack of cleanliness
It’s almost impossible to feed a baby and have them come out of the ordeal still clean. Also, they will spit up, poop, pee, and drool all over you without a second thought. And then, lovingly, smush their bodies, hands, faces or whatever into the mess and snuggle into you. :-l Maybe they are doing it on purpose—I know my daughter does! I have seen her wait until she is with mommy to spit up. I realized very early on that fashion was out the window (see #4). I also realized that sometimes you will have to keep it moving despite being covered in spit up and drool (sometimes pee—never poop!).
4. Attire
6 months in, and still wearing stretchy pants and some maternity clothes. I know, I could exercise (yeah right! No time or energy!) I feel like the awesome wardrobe and fancy shoes will never be worn again-partially because they won’t fit and partially because I cannot run after a crawler, creeper, or walker in them… *sigh*
5. Favorites
So, now that there are THREE babies instead of TWO (my bonus babies), I have favorites. This can change depending on the hour, or the day, or the weather, or the setting, or ANYTHING, including their father. Since it changes so frequently and I am usually tired, I do not feel bad about it—EVER. Ok, well sometimes.
6. Daddy
No time for him. It sucks. I miss those days I took for granted. The end.
7. Planning
Everything must be planned out. EVERYTHING. Schedules need to fit around each child’s activities along with mommy and daddy’s schedules. This is tough. As a matter of fact, getting ready with an infant alone is tough. Now throw in time constraints, 30 minute rides, and two other children who you wish would be fully independent, but aren’t… YEAH…
8. Budgeting
The “…cause it’s cute” excuse is gone. The “…because I can afford it” clause is now in full effect. All household expenses need to be rethought and revamped around the baby. One way we cut costs is using paper plates and plastic utensils and cups. Bye, bye cable and hello Netflix!
9. Speed
I am a pretty quick person. I move, think, act, talk, and read quickly. However, having a baby in the house is giving me a run for my money. Everything happens at hyper speed: Quick showers, quick breakfasts, quick diaper changes, quick meals! Babies can be laughing and chilling one minute and then BAM! Now they’re upset and crying—leaving you baffled and trying to investigate. My daughter moves so fast that I find myself struggling to keep up. The hardest part is balancing her crying with the soothing. So I don’t want to spoil her, but I also don’t want to let her cry for too long either.
10. Cuteness
The bane of a mother’s existence. This is the weapon God gave babies to control their mothers. Their soft skin, dreamy eyes, toothless smiles, and roly poly bodies become a mom’s Achilles heel. And let’ not even talk about that smell….However this weapon also gives them amazing strength too. They are able to lift your spirits when you’re down, calm a raging temper, prevent people from being cursed out, and bringing sunshine and hope to your grayest and most despairing days. I guess there is a kind of magic in them, those babies. I know when I look into my daughter’s big gray-brown eyes, I not only believe in magic, but I also believe in the idea that she chose me to be her mother. So no matter how hard it gets, it’s worth it. I don’t want to disappoint her or fail her.
1. Lack of sleep
Ha! People tell you about this when you’re pregnant, but no one PREPARES you for it! There is little to no sleeping with a baby—let alone that other little 3 letter word. And even if you do manage to catch a few winks, your mommy intuition will wake you up at the slightest irregular noise or sound. They will indefinitely wake in the middle of the night and fall back asleep as soon as it is time for work.
2. Lack of privacy
I THINK I remember this definition… baby wants to sleep with you, eat with you, cuddle with you and be carried by you. This can be awesome, but if you’re a mom on the go, this can be bothersome at time. I used to feel guilty about changing in front of the baby. Now, I forget she is even there. I also cannot tell you how many times I have ended up holding her while using the bathroom…
3. Lack of cleanliness
It’s almost impossible to feed a baby and have them come out of the ordeal still clean. Also, they will spit up, poop, pee, and drool all over you without a second thought. And then, lovingly, smush their bodies, hands, faces or whatever into the mess and snuggle into you. :-l Maybe they are doing it on purpose—I know my daughter does! I have seen her wait until she is with mommy to spit up. I realized very early on that fashion was out the window (see #4). I also realized that sometimes you will have to keep it moving despite being covered in spit up and drool (sometimes pee—never poop!).
4. Attire
6 months in, and still wearing stretchy pants and some maternity clothes. I know, I could exercise (yeah right! No time or energy!) I feel like the awesome wardrobe and fancy shoes will never be worn again-partially because they won’t fit and partially because I cannot run after a crawler, creeper, or walker in them… *sigh*
5. Favorites
So, now that there are THREE babies instead of TWO (my bonus babies), I have favorites. This can change depending on the hour, or the day, or the weather, or the setting, or ANYTHING, including their father. Since it changes so frequently and I am usually tired, I do not feel bad about it—EVER. Ok, well sometimes.
6. Daddy
No time for him. It sucks. I miss those days I took for granted. The end.
7. Planning
Everything must be planned out. EVERYTHING. Schedules need to fit around each child’s activities along with mommy and daddy’s schedules. This is tough. As a matter of fact, getting ready with an infant alone is tough. Now throw in time constraints, 30 minute rides, and two other children who you wish would be fully independent, but aren’t… YEAH…
8. Budgeting
The “…cause it’s cute” excuse is gone. The “…because I can afford it” clause is now in full effect. All household expenses need to be rethought and revamped around the baby. One way we cut costs is using paper plates and plastic utensils and cups. Bye, bye cable and hello Netflix!
9. Speed
I am a pretty quick person. I move, think, act, talk, and read quickly. However, having a baby in the house is giving me a run for my money. Everything happens at hyper speed: Quick showers, quick breakfasts, quick diaper changes, quick meals! Babies can be laughing and chilling one minute and then BAM! Now they’re upset and crying—leaving you baffled and trying to investigate. My daughter moves so fast that I find myself struggling to keep up. The hardest part is balancing her crying with the soothing. So I don’t want to spoil her, but I also don’t want to let her cry for too long either.
10. Cuteness
The bane of a mother’s existence. This is the weapon God gave babies to control their mothers. Their soft skin, dreamy eyes, toothless smiles, and roly poly bodies become a mom’s Achilles heel. And let’ not even talk about that smell….However this weapon also gives them amazing strength too. They are able to lift your spirits when you’re down, calm a raging temper, prevent people from being cursed out, and bringing sunshine and hope to your grayest and most despairing days. I guess there is a kind of magic in them, those babies. I know when I look into my daughter’s big gray-brown eyes, I not only believe in magic, but I also believe in the idea that she chose me to be her mother. So no matter how hard it gets, it’s worth it. I don’t want to disappoint her or fail her.