Good morning! We’re moving a little slow around here. Yesterday Hailey came down with a deep cough and sniffly nose. No fever, so I’m pretty sure it’s just a cold, but man, mom guilt sure kicks in now that we’re officially weaned.
I’m not one for co-sleeping (not that I have anything against- I’m just afraid I’d get too attached), but when I heard cries at 3:30am, I gave in and we snuggled together in the guest room.
Poor thing can’t breathe when lying down, so she slept propped up on me all night. I loved it, but it didn’t translate to much sleep.
Hailey seems happy as can be this morning. Still congested, but laughing and playing. She even a a hearty breakfast of salsa eggs and banana. Don’t be misled by the name, it’s a very complicated recipe.
Now I’m sipping decaf, waiting for a buzz that won’t come and convincing myself I should change out of my fluffy pink robe…. which brings me to my topic for today.
On days like this, it’s really tempting to say screw it- to getting dressed, to working out, to making meals, to cleaning, to answering emails… you get the point. After a sleepless night, a whiny dog, a sneezy munchkin and a dishwasher that is magically always full, it’s easy to just sink into my fluffy robe and let Hailey use me like a jungle gym while I try to get some shut eye. You’ve been there, right?
In fact, lately I’ve spent a lot of days make-up less and in work out clothes. There is nothing wrong with that, but I’ve realized how much better I feel, and oddly how much more energy I have, when I take the extra step to, well, step it up.
After weaning, I realized I desperately needed a new bra. Wearing an old nursing bra doesn’t exactly make you feel like your best self, so after asking around, I took the trip to I.C. London in Charlotte.
The ladies there were so sweet and helpful and I realized my bra size I’d been wearing was WAY off. After some trial and error, I found my perfect fit, and let me tell ya that when the girls feel properly supported, you actually want to wear real clothes!
If I can promise you one thing, it’s that I’ll never post about fashion. You’re welcome BUT, I’ll say that taking off the yoga pants and putting on jeans that fit right and shoes that don’t lace up makes me feel like superwoman. It’s the little things.
Shameless ring shot. It still makes me smile- thanks babe!
Anyways, I decided to pick up some polish the other day and discovered that painted nails makes me feel ridiculously pulled together. Don’t look closely because it’s also all over my cuticles, but I’m working on it.
Long, sleep-deprived story made short- take time to take care of yourself. The workouts and healthy meals for my family make me feel good, but so is remembering that I was a woman before I was a mom. Dressing up, even if it just means jeans and boots, helps me feel young and hip (except I just said the word hip, which ages me at least 15 years). And I want to stay feeling that way for as long as possible… or at least until my new wrinkle cream runs out!
What makes you feel pulled together and ready to take on the world?