I lied. Yesterday. When I told you that I showered because it was the least I could do.
That wasn't true. I didn't shower. I was too tired. In fact, I was too tired to do anything yesterday.
Oh sure, the day started with good intentions. During breakfast, I Swiffered the floors and started a load of dishes. Then I bathed, dressed and eventually put Jane down for her morning nap.
But then I wained. I thought "I'm too tired to shower." So, instead, I merely changed my underwear in a getting-ready effort. Because, after all, my mom always said that if I was in an accident with dirty underwear she would be mortified.
After lunch and our near-death experience, I came home to put the baby down for yet another nap. And realized, "I'm too tired."
So instead I assumed the glazed-over look as I perused the Internet, lounged on the couch and did nothing.
When Jane woke up, I continued lounging as I watched her scoot all around, using her bum as a magnet for any remaining dirt or dog hair.
I fully expected some pithy comment from Lane when he got home. After all, he works hard all day so that I might stay home and complete housewifery-type duties.
I barely met his gaze as he opened the door and told him I was too full and tired to make dinner.
Instead of a comment, he came in, closed the blinds I was too lazy to shut against the setting sun, picked up the baby, stroked my head and told me he wanted me to go lay down.
I heard him out here, playing with and feeding the baby, as I lounged in bed watching "Jon and Kate Plus 8". When I could hear the bedtime routine begin, the guilt started to settle.
Later, I shuffled out to Lane seeking some kind of solace.
"I'm a bad mother," I began. "I didn't even play with our baby."
He patted my ever-growing belly and said, "I think you're a wonderful mother."
But then that Crayola commercial came on. You know -- the one where the voice-over tells you that as your baby discovers whole new worlds are opened to them, all while showing you a Supermom coloring, playing and discovering with her child.
And the guilt started anew.
Ah well. Today's looking up.
After all, today, I really did shower.
7 comments:
Two things..
First, you have a 'barely' toddler (who is gorgeous BTW!) and are pregnant.. That you bathe at all is more than a minor feat!! :):)
Second, if you find out why your links on other people's pages aren't updating, let me know.. Mine are doing the exact same thing!! (Which means obligations like 'Recipe Friday', the others think I'm not holding up my end of the bargain!)
Thanks!! gatorbelle1980@gmail.com
BTW - Did you install a counter on your blog recently? I'm investigating that angle now.. :)
you shouldn't worry about taking it easy--your body is building a baby! its hard work!!
the picture of jane with her b-day cake is so funny. you should call it the "texas birthday cake massacre".
No need for a shower. Just do the Boyer spit bath. Wash up as far as possible, and down as far as possible. Then wash possible.
Girl, you have a wonderful man. I find that is one of the most important things to be thankful for because I hear horror stories about others. A good man goes a long way. I feel you on the fatigue and laziness though, the guilt just eats at you. I find as I sit dead dog tired on the couch with my laptop watching Trev sweep and mop the floors, I am inundated with guilt. The good news is we have men who do it because they love us and don't mind giving us a break every now and then. :)
Been there done that. Isn't it great that we have husbands that are so wonderful! Hang in there. It does get better. (And BTW you are an amazing mother. I learn so much from you all the time.)
Showering is overrated. I mean come on, I think the only time you really need to shower is when you can smell yourself. Right? And brushing your teeth......bah! :o) Seriously though, motherhood is hard, Rach! You are doing great, and Lane is very sweet to you. By the way, I have had that guilty feeling a time or two or a thousand about not being a supermom. It is normal....I think!
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