Man. What a week.
Ever have one of those days when you really start to question your place in the world? This was one of those weeks. And it’s only Wednesday. I think.
As someone who has always had success in school and career, it can be a bitter pill to do something you sometimes completely suck at.
Ahhh the oft underrated domestic arts. I hate Martha today. Who does she think she is making all us women think we can do it all? Where the heck does she get off?
We are now 3 1/2 months into Mommy-hood. I have permanent Mommy-Brain. (Moms – you know what I’m talking about.) So.
This week I madly harvested a wack of raspberries from the front yard, and I mean a WACK and, miracles of miracles, managed to get them into the freezer before most of them rotted. Gold star.
Except. Next day I’m pouring frozen berries into freezer bags when – crash bang! Woken baby and a dining room floor FULL of raspberries. Of course, during the cleanup, raspberries got all over everything. Goodbye chair-pads, our bums will miss your plush embrace.
I was proud to have gotten the laundry on the line during a rare bit of sun . . . Only to find it still hanging there the next morning, damp with dew and the clouds threatening rain. Dho.
My house still bears a whiff of burnt lentils from my attempt at Meatless Monday. New rule in the house since baby – always use a timer. I refer you back to the Mommy-Brain disclaimer above. In order for timers to be useful, you have to remember to set them. Destroyed pot count since baby came: two.
I made strawberry jam at about 6 am one morning last week in a mad attempt to put by my huge flat of fresh berries. Only yesterday do I notice that some didn’t seal. Again, dho.
My attempts to save money by using a coupon for my haircut have left me with feathered bangs. Yes, you heard me. Feathered.
As a new Mum I am learning to hold these truths to be self-evident:
- I will always be covered in barf.
- The baby will wake up at the worst possible time, hungry.
- The cat will pee on the couch again the moment I pay to have it cleaned.
- My husband will never learn to pick up his socks.
- The very second I finally think it’s safe to slip into the bath, all hell will break loose. Loudly.