Monday, September 27, 2010
"Working mom"... if you ask me, every mom is a working mom, especially if they are at home (don't even get me started on the term and stigma associated with "stay at home mom"... puh-lease.) I am easily more busy when I'm at home... some days being at work is actually a huge break, since high schoolers don't have to be watched 24/7. Although it's not quite as rewarding as seeing something like this every day:
1. My INCREDIBLE, hardworking husband who is willing to accommodate his schedule and stay at home during the day to watch our little man so that I can go to work.
2. My pump. What would I do without it?! Probably go crazy. I really do love breastfeeding but it is nice to have a break and still give Baby D the mama's milk he needs. Plus, I am a numbers person and I like knowing how many ounces he is drinking. My darling view this afternoon:
3. Maternity clothes. Yeah, I am still wearing them. All the time. I am SO grateful for the advice not to get rid of them right after giving birth (which I would have probably naively done). I mean, I can fit into my pants, I just can't zip them up at all (which sorta defeats the purpose of wearing them, in my opinion), so stretchy pants at this point are just as good.
4. A zillion baby outfits. Ok, maybe not quite that many, but I did cheaply get some in bulk from the classifieds before Baby D was born, and it's nice to be able to change outfits as often as needed without having to worry about laundry. Plus, I get SO tempted to buy clothes but then I just remember how many outfits are still unworn (he's actually in 3-6 month clothes now!) at home and it keeps me from spending.
5. Baby swing. And stroller.
6. Second bedroom.
7. Camera and rechargeable batteries.
8. Nursing bras and a bazillion Lansinoh pads (just ask Mr. D, I go through a TON of them!)
9. One "cleaning day" a week... for housecleaning, laundry, etc. And the rest of the week, I don't even think about it.
Speaking of napping, this afternoon, after his nap, I heard squealing in delight and came into our Bug's room to see him playing/hitting/cooing with his little singing Red Sox Bear! What a darling, happy baby. So blessed.
Running Ruth Dowling at 11:46 AM