Why do moms stay up late even though they are exhausted? Personally, I want to enjoy the silence and have some me time. Women give every ounce of energy throughout the day (working or staying at home), and by bedtime, we need a break. During one of these well-deserved breaks, I started thinking about other things that I do now that I’m a mom.
By Nicole Nowitzki
I have disturbing amounts of laundry, mostly thanks to my threenager, and I need to have a handy place to fold and sort the clothes. In my old house, the laundry room was located in the basement, so I had a sorting table, and it was out of sight, out of mind. In this house, the laundry room is also the foyer, and it is quite small, so the “laundry couch” (prominently named by my husband) is the new alternative. I place perfectly stacked piles of clothes all over the couch and coffee table, and then, it has a customary 2-3 day resting period. I do the laundry daily, but I tend to keep the piles because it makes putting it away more effective. My logic is flawed, but it’s truthful.
My memory is shot! I feel like I never got my brain back after pregnancy was over. They call it “pregnancy brain,” but I think it’s more like “mom brain”! Sometimes I find it difficult to think of names, recall simple words, and I forget what I was going to do or say. It is awful! I hope to reclaim my thoughts someday, but at this point, … what were we talking about?!
I don’t tend to carry a diaper bag, but I do have important things with me when I leave the house. I always have diapers and wipes in my purse and car, and I bring a small cooler with granola bars, water cups, and bottles. I used to care about the way a purse looked or the brand, but now my only criteria are sling-back, how much can it hold, and is it washable.
I feel like I talk about bodily functions WAY too much! It is incredible to think about the amount of diapers that I’ve changed in my lifetime. Then, when potty training starts, everything develops a faint smell of pee. Also, when they officially learn how to wipe their own bottom, there is still toothpaste on everything. I think bathrooms should be built for pressure washing.
I longingly remember the days of sleeping in, and it makes me jealous when I consider that 6:30 A.M. is now a phenomenon. However, I’ve heard that things change, and before long, the kids must be thrown from their beds at noon. At this point, that sounds amazing!
Don’t get me started on “mom jeans”. I’ve been wearing them since I’ve had the twins. My skin isn’t quite the same as it used to be, and all of my old jeans don’t fit me properly anymore because they are either too big, too small, too low, or hurt. I’m hard on myself about my appearance. I know that every woman judges herself much more harshly than necessary, but it is still the first thing we notice when we are getting dressed. I have given in, and other than yoga pants, they are my best option at this point.
Maybe it’s just me, but I sing to my kids constantly. We sing every children’s song under the sun, but when I’m not with them, I’m still humming the tunes. I catch myself singing to 20 down the bread aisle at the store. I used to get trendy, new songs stuck in my head for days, and now, I’m lucky to get to listen to the radio.
Until the kids move out of the house, my days of freedom, reading magazines, peaceful showers, staying up late, going out with friends, and kicking back are nonexistent. I have come to terms with this, but by the time they move out, I’ll be too tired to do anything.