Mama's Not Organized

Today is Wednesday, hello. I am absolutely bummed out. I have one thing every month—book club. I couldn’t go last month because Addi didn’t feel good, and I can’t go this month because the sitter can’t watch her. I baked cookies and pastries for it. I feel absolutely hollow. Sometimes, it’s hard to keep up with the things that make us feel like ourselves, especially as a parent. Here’s hoping next month works out better. Take care. 

Hello, possible reader! I’m not going to lie—I have no motivation or desire to do much of anything right now. But my daughter is taken care of, so at least there’s that. Yesterday, I didn’t work out, and I kind of feel like a failure because of it. I did manage to do some dishes today and cleaned part of the kitchen, so it’s not a total loss. I think I’m dehydrated. I also made two separate lunches for Addi. The first time, she seemed really tired, so I put her down for a nap. When she woke up, I made her grilled cheese instead. She still didn’t want to eat. Teething sucks. I have so much to do that I can’t get myself to do anything. Addi has sores on her bottom from sitting too long on the potty seat, so we’re taking a break until they heal. When we start again, we’ll do shorter and fewer stints on the potty. She doesn’t need to be potty trained by two. That was too ambitious, and I don’t think I was consistent enough anyway. Some days I skipped when life felt too overwhelming or when...

Monday. Hello.  Addi only peed in one pair of training panties today! From get-up to nap time, we had her sit on the potty every 20 minutes for 1–2 episodes of Bluey. I even made tiny little cookies as her potty-in-the-potty reward. As per usual, she’s napping while I write this, and I’m cleaning up the guest room. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’m really bummed about SCOTUS banning TikTok. I don’t believe it’s actually a “national security threat.” It feels more like an attempt to limit our constitutional right to free speech. Not to get political, but there’s a certain mango-colored man who is way more of a threat to our country than an app where people do fun, silly little dances. Anyway, I’m cleaning the guest room. This time, I actually have ample warning that my brother is coming, so it won’t be a maze in here. The sheets are clean, and he’ll have a clean blanket, too. I also need to figure out how to treat the basement floor with enzyme cleaner before my mom’s dog sta...

Hi! It’s Sunday—happy Sunday! We tried potty training underwear with Addison today for the first time and quickly learned she doesn’t give a single hoot about the wet feeling against her skin. She peed in both pairs we put her in and didn’t care even a little about the sensation. So, she’s back in a diaper for nap time. Duck decided last night to be naughty and peed on my yoga mat, Addi’s shoes, the leaf rug my aunt made for her, and various other baby-related things in the house. Honestly, I’m so sick of his behavior since we brought our girl home. Addison is napping, I did a recovery day workout, and I’m listening to an audiobook while gearing up to bake some cookies. I have my period for the first time since September 2023, after getting my IUD in July of that same year. I’m thinking of making chocolate chip cookies with a bit of instant coffee mixed into the batter, but I haven’t decided for sure yet. I just want something comforting and warm. My gel polish is coming off, so I’m al...

People, places, pets, and thing! I have just completed my second workout of the day, and I even meditated! Addison is napping, Kurt and Duck are relaxing, and I baked mini banana bread muffins along with a loaf of banana bread. Kurt ate almost all the chocolate chips, so I improvised and used the leftover toppings from the pavlova. Fingers very much crossed. Kurt is smoking a beef tenderloin for dinner, and I haven’t decided on sides yet. For now, I’m sitting, catching my breath, and then I’m planning to take a super hot shower, oil pull, brush my teeth, do my skincare routine, and floss. Short post today, but hey, it’s the weekend. Peace out, friends!

Hello, hello, hello! I am currently gearing up to exercise—boobs in what is essentially a vice grip against my chest, leggings on, hair in a ponytail at the top of my head. Let’s fucking go. Only problem is I do not want to. I mean, I do. But I don’t. Addison is in her crib (though she’s not asleep), and the laundry is going in both the washer and dryer. I know that once I get over myself and just do it, I’ll feel better, but man, my legs are still sore from yesterday. Practice makes progress, though, right? I tried tracking calories yesterday for the first time and realized, before dinner, that I’m just not eating enough. Crazy, right? You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at me. As we were thinking about dinner, I found out I needed to eat at least 800 more calories just to hit a minimum for the day. Did you know that if your caloric intake isn’t high enough, you won’t lose weight? It’s wild. How does that even make sense? Historically, I guess I haven’t eaten enough. Maybe that’s ...