The Great Diaper Bag Challenge
My diaper bag was getting out of control.
It was crammed with stuff, suuuuuper-heavy to lift, and I was constantly having to pack it before I left the house. It was not fun.
Here is a partial before shot. It’s hideous, and keep in mind it DOESN’T EVEN SHOW my keys, wallet, sunglasses, coupons, or the 2-3 cloth diapers it contained. I have no idea how they missed the photo. They must have been busy mingling with the hairbands or something.
That’s a lot of crap, right?
Ugh, it bugs me to even see all the junk I was lugging around.
NO WONDER IT WAS SO HEAVY!
Now for the marvelous after shot (that actually includes EVERYTHING) …
I love it! I travel sooo much lighter now, and I still have everything I need. Here’s now I pared down the dreaded diaper bag:
- Two or three cloth diapers were taking up SO much room, and we’re only usually out with Baby Boy for a couple of hours at a time. We just weren’t using them. So now I keep one in the bag at all times, and two slim disposables in case of a poo emergency.
- I’m done with nursing in public, so I don’t need to lug around that cover anymore. Ditto for the nursing pads, as I’m no longer Sprouty McLeak.
- I didn’t need a zillion empty baggies. Yes, sometimes a baggie comes in handy for wet clothes or a diaper or something, but one large one is enough — it’s hidden inside the yellow wet-bag.
- I don’t need a massive amount of spare clothing options for Baby Boy. It’s warm enough now that a one-piece outfit is a fine back-up.
- I don’t need ninety-million snack options. One each is enough for short trips.
- I realized that if Baby Boy is not interested in a toy or book, he won’t be interested in the other three I have packed. Sophie is now the only toy I keep in there, because she doubles as a teether (and is easily washed). When we’re out, there’s so much to see that he really doesn’t care to play with something.
- I don’t need to take my camera unless it’s a special occasion. My new phone has a much better camera than my BlackBerry, and it’s fine for day-to-day cuteness opportunities.
Not Me Monday: Royal Wedding Edition
- I did not sacrifice precious sleep on Friday by getting up at 6 a.m. to watch the royal wedding
- I did not regret sacrificing the aforementioned sleep ALL DAY as I yawned constantly
- When I needed to wake up Darling Husband for work, I kissed him sweetly and brought him coffee in bed. I definitely did not race into the bedroom at 7 a.m. and hurriedly announce, “It’s seven! Wake up! Bye!”
- When Darling Husband asked what he was bringing to work for lunch, I stopped watching and lovingly prepared a fresh, healthy lunch. I did not hiss, “Food! Figure it out. Shh!”
- When Baby Boy woke up for the day, I took my time changing him and dressing him in the perfect outfit. I would never grab him from his crib and race back to the living room, waiting to change his diaper and PJs until after the ceremony was over
- I did not let Baby Boy eat crumbly bits of muffin and drippy bits of watermelon in the living room, on the carpet, because I didn’t want to leave the
TVwedding celebration. Nope, not me!
My Husband Rocks Friday
Dear Darling Husband,
You know how every single time you leave the condo, I stand in the window (with Baby Boy, if he’s awake)? And watch you walk to the car? And wave at you as you drive away? And blow a kiss?
I think that is a good thing.
I think it is a sign that I love you a lot.
And you know what else?
I have a pretty good view when I look through that window.
Can I just say that your calf muscles are looking HOTTTTTTT?
I love shorts season.
Love, your wife
xoxo
Busy x 10,000,000
Life is going by so quickly these days.
You know the expression, “There aren’t enough hours in the day”?
SO freaking true!
It feels like between taking care of Baby Boy — the world’s busiest little 10-month-old who is now RUNNING around the condo in this hilarious little drunken sailor fashion — keeping up with the housework, cooking, cleaning up after meals (read: the messy 10-month-old), getting the condo ready for showings, doing the showings (curse you, private sale), and doing a whack-load of freelance work, I am just … just … writing the world’s longest sentence, apparently. And tired. And stuff.
I am getting very tired of constantly feeling like I have to race from one thing to the next. Life is not a race. It shouldn’t be, at least. But it’s in my nature to keep DOING until things are DONE. The trouble is, what the hell happens when IT CAN NEVER ALL BE DONE? When there is never enough time? How are people like me supposed to cope with that?
Mat leave is officially over as of next Friday. I will officially be “not working” for a living. Oh my. What will I do with the BUCKETS and OODLES of FREE TIME that I’ll have by NOT WORKING?
Sorry, I’m a little sarcastic and punchy from lack of sleep.
And lack of free time.
I used to do this thing called “scrapbook.”
And this other thing called “read books TO MYSELF.”
And sometimes — I think — this thing called “sewing.”
I must be mistaken. I’d probably run my fingers over if I dug poor, abandoned old Mr. Singer out from Baby Boy’s closet my crafting room.
OK, going to end this haphazard stream-of-consciousness post with putting some wishes out there into the bloggy-blog universe:
- I wish our condo will SELL ALREADY to maybe ease up this MEGA-BURDEN on my bank account/shoulders/mind/life
- I wish I could find some time to do creative projects again. Scrapbooking! Sewing! OMG, I used to PAINT AND EVERYTHING! I forgot!
- I wish for a schedule/life with a smidgen of stability — like with Darling Husband’s work madness — so that I might reclaim something resembling a “normal life”
Mobile bloggy-blogging
Please bear with me, readers, while I stumble into the world of blogging on my new phone.
While I think it will be amazeballs once I’ve gotten the hang of it, right now my fingers hurt. Badly. Ow.
Not sure how to add a photo, so you’ll have to Google your own pic of a chick with carpel tunnel.
XOXO
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