Thursday, July 15, 2010

I Used to Despise Sweatpants...

I used to despise sweatpants.

I couldn't understand why anyone would want to lounge around in the same thing they wore to bed.

I couldn't wait to start a new day so I could wear a cute new outfit, which of course I picked out the night before.

I used to take at least 2 showers a day and I would spend at least an hour doing my hair and make-up after each one.

I used to make a big cup of coffee and sip it slowly as I caught up on the news in the quiet of the morning.

I would go for manicures, pedicures and to get my hair done whenever I was in the mood for "me time."

I used to be late for everything, all the time.

I used to avoid talking on the phone or to people in general because I spent all my energy at work being "on."

I used to dream of what it would be like to be a wife, and then a mom.


And then it happened. I become a mom and everything changed...

I own 20+ pairs of sweatpants and can't get enough on their cushy, comfy feeling.

I often wear my "pajamas" until around noon... sometimes all day long.

I pick out outfits based on functionality, not fashion. And I pick them out five minutes before I am about to walk out the door.

I take an average of half a shower a day. My makeup consists of Chapstick. My hair can almost put itself in a messy bun on top of my head.

I make iced coffee because it takes too long for hot coffee to cool down. And I chug it. I would consume it via I.V. if I knew how.

I get my dose of daily news from The View while my little one takes her nap.

My idea of "me time" is taking a nap.

I plan ahead and arrive on time - if not early - for everything. I build in wiggle room for emergency diaper changes, feedings or overall meltdowns.

I can't wait for the clock to strike 8 a.m. so I can start calling, texting and visiting friends and family. If you let me, I will talk your ear off.

I am a wife. A mom. And a woman whose life was turned completely upside down. But looking back, I sometimes wonder if it was my former self that was upside down. My pre-Mommy self. And if that only now, I am finally right-side up.