Thought of the day . . .

1/17/13  At what age/stage of life/amount of time after having a baby do you stop having moments of longing for your carefree, single life? Don't get me wrong, I am obsessed with my baby girl and love my husband more every single day, but what I wouldn't give to go to the gym for a bit, take a shower without feeling that risking taking the time to shave my legs may result in Punkies having a total meltdown, drive to the grocery store and listen to the radio instead of singing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" fifty times in a row, and the list goes on. That being said, it sure does melt my heart when I lean out of the shower to check on the babes and see her smiling and clapping to her music. I'm not so sure I'd want my independence back if I could have it.

1/16/13   If they can sell jugs of wine, why do they even bother with the "regular" sized bottles? Honestly, I'm confused why I don't just have a barrel with a spout in my kitchen. (Please don't call chidren's services, I almost always wait until after Punkies goes to bed before I pop the bottle . . . and at least until noon on the weekends.)

1/15/13   How can men and women be so different? The hubs and I just sat for an hour talking about a couple, who are close friends are ours, and are about to get married. I feel both overwhelmed and excited for them thinking of the challenges (and joys) they have ahead of them. Marriage and relationships take a lot of work, but if they're worth it, each partner has to be willing to move mountains. Phew, it's exhausting to even think about.

1/14/13   At least once a week I vow to stop watching episodes of The Real Housewives in the evening and start using my time to do something productive . . . like finally work my way through my backup of US and People magazines that have piled around the house. Decisions, decisions. (As a side note, who's too lazy to read a titillating US magazine? This girl.)

1/13/13   How many days in a row is it okay to wear yoga pants, the same pair, if I haven't actually used them to do yoga, before it becomes gross? Does the fact that it's Sunday give me any leeway?

1/12/13  Gosh just when I was drawing a blank on a thought for the day, a wonderful post Christmas present was dropped right into my lap (as I was sprawled on the couch with my glass of wine, watching the Miss America pageant). Unfortunately the beautiful Miss Iowa (who's name is Mariah Cary:) didn't end up winning, because I'm sure many would have supported her for her views regarding legalizing marijuana . . . “I do not think it should be used for anything but recreational use and health care.”
I'm glad she could shed a little light on a responsible compromise. So insightful!
 
1/11/13   Is it something about motherhood that makes us take an hour to finally get out the door only to strap the crying kid into the carseat, drive to Target, park, get the crying kid out, have a physical fight with the carts while trying to pull them apart, take a deep breath and try to remember what we were even doing there, only to realize that the item we intended to return is sitting on the dining room table at home? The best part is, I've done this TWICE now! I'm thinking of just keeping the damn Yonanas machine that doesn't even work (that I HAD to have for my birthday). TGIF!

1/11/13   (Evening) Why do we have three different kinds of whiskey in the house but no tequila? I don't ask for much . . .

1/10/13  I fight a daily battle with myself about what it means to be a "good mom". Sometimes I swear the only way it can be accomplished is to do it all; keep a clean house, cook, bake, workout, discipline, be everything to everyone, shower, and other times I realize that my fondest memories of my childhood are those when I was baking, reading, snuggling, playing, and getting good and dirty. I don't remember if my mom had on lipstick at all times, but I remember she was ALWAYS there for me, no matter what. I can only hope Punkies looks back upon her childhood and forgets that I wore the same ratty sweatshirt 2 days in a row and instead remembers all the laughing, dancing and singing we do.