This past weekend was riddled with three long nights of sleeplessness. I was exhausted and frustrated. I was mean to my family. I had just published a post on missing those newborn sleepless nights and here I was cursing myself for ever wishing for such a thing. I try so hard to enjoy my time with my little guy but sometimes it is hard. It is harder than I ever imagined it would be. Harder than I thought possible. There are some days when I don’t know how we survive. Like magic, we always do though.
Just when I started using phrases like “you’ll drive me to drink” (which happens to be one of my favorite sayings from my own childhood), I stumbled upon 100 happy days. Just a simple website designed to encourage noticing the small things in our day to day existence that make us happy because honestly everyday is not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes we have to work a little harder to find the happy.
The truth is I am never to busy to be happy. I am never to busy to play with my son or enjoy him. In fact, I am extremely blessed with a husband who reminds me often that my only job right now is my son. The house, the laundry, the grocery shopping, the dinner….none of that stuff matters. It will all get done eventually and in the meantime I should rock my son, nurse my son, go for a run, take a nap, take a shower or do whatever needs to be done to make me a better mom. I don’t always listen. I don’t always hear him in the the thick of it all but when calmness replaces the chaos, I can hear clearly. He wants us to be happy. I am fortunate.
I am doing the #100happydays challenge on Instagram right now. Just a snapshot of something in each day that brings a little sunshine to my life. You can follow me on my Instagram account at superfreshbabypants to see my happy place each day. Better yet, you can join me in the challenge to find your happy in each day.
I’ve always had an aversion to denim. I never could understand the allure of blue jeans. They were stiff and uncomfortable. Tight and unflattering. Baggy, saggy and it looked like I was wearing a diaper. Or high waisted mom jeans (which ironically made a come back…just waiting for scrunchies and wigwams to resurface).
Then one day it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. The good people of 7 for all mankind released the dojo into the universe and I’ve never looked back. These are my jeans. Not too tight. Not too baggy. Not too high. Not too low. Like goldilocks, just right. The only jeans I will ever buy again. I love them. It’s like the dojo was built for me. Did I mention I love them? Well, I do. We’ll be together forever, me and my dojo.
What I’ve learned since the birth of babypants is that diapers are much like jeans. Just for babies and not nearly as awesome. You can wear your three day old jeans. I wouldn’t recommend rewearing your baby’s three day old diaper. Your choice though.
Tomorrow, I will give you the run down on my favorite diapers.
Yep. This is my kid. I found him on a mission in baby jail. Maybe looking for a way out. Looking for a spoon to dig his way to China. Searching for the missing teeth (more on that later). Or perhaps he just wanted some light reading from the stack of books by the baby jail. I’m not sure what the agenda was. What I am sure of though is now I have to lower the mattress. Ya know..for safety reasons and all. I’ll be sad to see the pretty crib skirt leave tonight but responsible parents ditch the cribskirt to keep the kid alive. At least that is what I read on google.
Ta Ta crib skirt. Hello lowered, impossible to put my kid to sleep in, mattress. Sweet dreams.
True to form, I decided to start the c25k program at the start of summer. 9 weeks of running (okay….jogging) in the dead of summer might be self sabotaging but I am committed to completing this. Naturally, mother nature decided to show me what she is made of this week.
I knocked out the 3 days of week 2 despite the 90 degree temps outside. It was hot. Disgustingly hot. I did it though. Then in true over achieving form, I added a squat challenge to my exercise routine. 200 squats in 30 days. Just because I can, ya know?
What are you doing to challenge yourself physically?