It's the truth! This video (courtesy of Mompetition on YouTube) so perfectly lays out the path for first time moms to go absolutely insane! Watch this one-and then watch every other video she's done-they are all brilliant.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Yoga Pants or Sweat Pants?
Isn't that the great question for so many stay at home moms? I know, when I go to the bus stop there are three groups of moms.
1. People who work outside of the home during the day. You can tell they do because they are wearing real clothes. You know, clothes that look clean, make an outfit, and make the people look like professionals, adults, not slobs.
2. Sweat Pant wearing moms (this includes people in pajama pants, too). Generally they are wearing some sort of large sweat shirt (typically a Men's size) and a T-shirt with a Disney character on it.
3. Yoga pant wearing moms: (also other types of athletic pants not to include wind pants.) Usually work out or like to give the appearance of working out right after the bus leaves.
I am not a sweat pant wearing mom because I don't like sweat pants. I am, however, often times a yoga pant wearing mom and occasionally a real clothes wearing mom. I am always amazed by how much better I feel if I actually get ready, have real clothes on and feel "put together" for my day when I go to the bus stop. Sometimes, I'll change into jeans and a nice top just for the bus stop (because, let's face it, as a stay at home mom there are some days when that's the only time I get out of the house or see other adults all day!) just to come home, change into my workout clothes, and get my sweat on.
It's interesting how, when I was working outside of the home, I never would have gone "out," even to the bus stop, in my yoga pants. I really put much more emphasis on feeling and looking good because I felt more like it mattered. And, in some ways, it did matter more. I'm not going to be written up because I look like a slob when I'm cleaning the tub or changing diapers, but I would at least be talked to if I showed up to facilitate a meeting in a dirty t-shirt, un-showered and wearing yoga pants.
However, that's where I am now. In some ways, I like my new "uniform," and I love this job. I like wearing comfy clothes, having the relative freedom to structure my day, do my work in my pj's if I want to, and to play with my youngest daughter while the oldest is in school. However, a part of me yearns for the "old" me-who wore makeup and jewelry, had nice work clothes, did my hair, and got raises. Maybe that's a new part of my goals for 2011. Keep working out, keep eating healthy, get more organized, and wear real clothes to the bus stop in the morning.
1. People who work outside of the home during the day. You can tell they do because they are wearing real clothes. You know, clothes that look clean, make an outfit, and make the people look like professionals, adults, not slobs.
2. Sweat Pant wearing moms (this includes people in pajama pants, too). Generally they are wearing some sort of large sweat shirt (typically a Men's size) and a T-shirt with a Disney character on it.
3. Yoga pant wearing moms: (also other types of athletic pants not to include wind pants.) Usually work out or like to give the appearance of working out right after the bus leaves.
I am not a sweat pant wearing mom because I don't like sweat pants. I am, however, often times a yoga pant wearing mom and occasionally a real clothes wearing mom. I am always amazed by how much better I feel if I actually get ready, have real clothes on and feel "put together" for my day when I go to the bus stop. Sometimes, I'll change into jeans and a nice top just for the bus stop (because, let's face it, as a stay at home mom there are some days when that's the only time I get out of the house or see other adults all day!) just to come home, change into my workout clothes, and get my sweat on.
It's interesting how, when I was working outside of the home, I never would have gone "out," even to the bus stop, in my yoga pants. I really put much more emphasis on feeling and looking good because I felt more like it mattered. And, in some ways, it did matter more. I'm not going to be written up because I look like a slob when I'm cleaning the tub or changing diapers, but I would at least be talked to if I showed up to facilitate a meeting in a dirty t-shirt, un-showered and wearing yoga pants.
However, that's where I am now. In some ways, I like my new "uniform," and I love this job. I like wearing comfy clothes, having the relative freedom to structure my day, do my work in my pj's if I want to, and to play with my youngest daughter while the oldest is in school. However, a part of me yearns for the "old" me-who wore makeup and jewelry, had nice work clothes, did my hair, and got raises. Maybe that's a new part of my goals for 2011. Keep working out, keep eating healthy, get more organized, and wear real clothes to the bus stop in the morning.
My Dog...
My dog is not a genius. I've known this from the beginning, when she was a puppy, but I never really realized just how dumb she is until a few weeks ago.
Now, to preface this story, my dog is really sweet, excellent with the children and generally well behaved. She was house trained really quickly, doesn't bark a lot and makes us happy. She's also 8 years old and
A few weeks ago we bought a stake to put in the ground with a 30 foot leash attached. We decided to do this so that she could go out, do her business (which is getting more frequent as she gets older) and come in without me having to take her out all day long.
Our house sits in the middle of what we affectionately call "the moat." Our house is on a raised plot of land with woods around it. The woods are lower than the house and in the spring they tend to get very wet. Our dog run is long enough for our dog to get into the woods and around a tree or two. These are very small trees.
So here's the situation. Last Sunday I let my dog out. She quickly twisted her leash around the trees and started barking for me. I went out to get her. I pulled her back around the tree and she was completely amazed that I knew how to get her out of such a horrible predicament. We did this three more times that afternoon and each time, she looked at me like I was a wizard as I brought her around that tree.
I looked back at her, after my third rescue, completely flabbergasted. "Ellie!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air, "I love you but I don't believe you can really be that stupid!" She jumped around, wagged her tail, and ran inside.
My husband got home, let her out, and she tied herself around the tree again. He was the magician this time.
Since I started writing this blog entry, about a month has passed. Ellie still is getting tied up around the trees, rocks, pieces of bamboo, you name it. I've now given up the hope that if I show her how to free herself, she'll figure it out. I still love her, I just won't be relying on her for any rescues or great demonstrations of logic in the future.
Now, to preface this story, my dog is really sweet, excellent with the children and generally well behaved. She was house trained really quickly, doesn't bark a lot and makes us happy. She's also 8 years old and
A few weeks ago we bought a stake to put in the ground with a 30 foot leash attached. We decided to do this so that she could go out, do her business (which is getting more frequent as she gets older) and come in without me having to take her out all day long.
Our house sits in the middle of what we affectionately call "the moat." Our house is on a raised plot of land with woods around it. The woods are lower than the house and in the spring they tend to get very wet. Our dog run is long enough for our dog to get into the woods and around a tree or two. These are very small trees.
So here's the situation. Last Sunday I let my dog out. She quickly twisted her leash around the trees and started barking for me. I went out to get her. I pulled her back around the tree and she was completely amazed that I knew how to get her out of such a horrible predicament. We did this three more times that afternoon and each time, she looked at me like I was a wizard as I brought her around that tree.
I looked back at her, after my third rescue, completely flabbergasted. "Ellie!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air, "I love you but I don't believe you can really be that stupid!" She jumped around, wagged her tail, and ran inside.
My husband got home, let her out, and she tied herself around the tree again. He was the magician this time.
Since I started writing this blog entry, about a month has passed. Ellie still is getting tied up around the trees, rocks, pieces of bamboo, you name it. I've now given up the hope that if I show her how to free herself, she'll figure it out. I still love her, I just won't be relying on her for any rescues or great demonstrations of logic in the future.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)