Amy Scott's Thoughts

Hanging with the baby and the doggie!

After very little sleep last night and no chance for a nap today, I decided I needed a little pick me up this evening. I decided that would come in the form of listening to Switchfoot, my favorite band since high school. Good music is good for the soul and my soul wanted to listen to Jon Foreman. One of the songs is titled “This Is Your Life”. The line in the chorus goes “This is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be.” I laughed. No my life is not what I dream it would be. In fact, dreaming implies sleep and I’m low on that right now. My life is very different these days. Not bad, but different. I’m still adjusting even after 4 weeks of motherhood. I was sitting on the floor this evening, eating popped rice snacks, feeding way too much people food to my dog so he’ll like me, rocking my baby in the bouncer with one finger and I thinking “This is my life.” This is what I do. I sit on the floor unshowered, wearing the same pajamas I’ve been in all day – except I did change my shirt after Owen spit up on it early this morning. What a glamorous life I lead. The dark lines under my eyes might scare you. Fortunately, they don’t seem to scare Owen. Life is good, but wow, it’s an adjustment. Some things are very similar in my routine and some things have definitely changed. Here are a few examples of the dos and don’ts I’m currently living with. I do make my bed every day. I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stand an unmade bed. I don’t shower on a daily basis (as I already confessed). I do brush my teeth though! I don’t even check the landline when it rings – I just assume it’s a telemarketer. Note, if you want to reach me, call my cell or text! I do clean the floors every day. Two words: PINE NEEDLES! Moving on, I don’t care what people think about how I look. Normally, I would never have company over when I’m unshowered and in my sweats. Now, I don’t care. I don’t change Owen’s outfit every time he spits up on it. My OCD hates this, but I can’t change his outfit 4+ times a day. He wouldn’t like it. I do a ton of laundry. Yes, I did lots of laundry before Owen, but it’s doubled, no tripled since he arrived on the scene. Yesterday, I went to MOPS for the first time since Owen was born and I felt he looked so disheveled in his romper that is almost too small, covered in spit up, and yes, it’s stained from a blow out diaper. It was a fine outfit for around the house, but I didn’t have time to change him before I left. So much for presenting a well put together kid. Maybe next time. Also, I was supposed to bring a snack of fruit or veggies. I wasn’t brave enough to hit the store by myself so I had Jeremy pick up something for me. He grabbed grapes. The next morning, I planned to cut the grapes, but Owen woke up early and I didn’t have the time. Yet again, Jeremy came to the rescue and cut the grapes for me. Then in the chaos that is trying to get out the door – picture crying baby and crying dog – I almost forgot the grapes in the fridge! This is my life! I’m learning to embrace my new normal. On the bright side, Owen doesn’t seem too concerned that his mom is sleep deprived or frazzled. As long as I feed him, he loves me just as I am! He is continuing to grow and I take this as a sign of my new productivity. My to-do list might be shorter these days, but Owen keeps getting bigger and longer, so I’m doing something right! Hurray!