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City Living, Fur Babies, Time Changes and Motherhood

3 Nov

IMG_9300.JPGThese things are all good on their own, but combined, they sort of blow.

1. CITY LIVING:
Our backyard isn’t connected to our house. It’s a side yard with an open driveway and a gate blocking the garages from the yard. Confusing. Why is this a big deal? It’s a big deal because I can’t open a door to let my

2. FUR BABIES
out to go potty after being cooped up in the house all day. My options are, 1. Wear my 28lb toddler in a backward-facing Ergo, and walk the naughty fur babies to get them to “go” (which pretty much makes me look/feel like a monkey, cuz they’re horrible to control) or 2. Take them in the yard and let them go there. This has been our ideal situation all summer, since Remy started walking, because he loves playing outside on the concrete driveway or in the yard, but now???? Now????

3. TIME CHANGE!!!
This is not a fun time of year anymore!!! The baby can’t play outside while the pups do their business because it’s dark so early and I can’t see the pups and the baby in the yard (which has no light). “Fall back” has been a lifelong favorite. Being granted an extra hour of sleep has always been my heaven! Cooler air in the days and chilly nights means getting to snuggle up on the couch sooner! Darkness early has always meant sweaters were needed! Well, with

4. MOTHERHOOD
This is no longer possible!!! I’m up at 4, instead of 5, and am literally going insane. Tonight, my dogs won’t poop, my baby wouldn’t sleep, we were up before 5:00am, I worked all day, and now I’m tired. I just want the kitchen to be clean, tomorrow’s dinner prepped, the laundry folded, my baby to wake up at 7, not 4 or 5, the sun to stay in the sky when I get back from work, and my dogs to either learn how to be more mannerly on-leash, or poop in the yard, on command (should that really be so hard??).

End rant.

Please baby; stay asleep tonight. All night.

Please puppies; poop on command. I beg you.

Please sunshine; don’t got to sleep so early.

Please moon; stay put just a little longer in the morning.

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My Hot Bloggy Mess

5 Jun
One Hot Mess; A Linkup by The Fike Life.

One Hot Mess; A Linkup by The Fike Life.

I dream about blogging all day long. In fact, I have written hundreds I witty posts in my imagination that will never be remembered when I actually have the time to write them down.

In my head, I’m awesome. Hilarious. So entertaining. Helpful when help is needed, be it child-rearing advice (because I’m such an expert) or a bubble of laughter. I’m your blogger. You identify with me and I with you. I drink belinis every night as I sit on my porch overlooking the wilderness, computer on my lap, thoughtful gaze on my face. I make your life feel more understood, and well, we inspire each other’s Pinterest boards, because my photography of normal life’s events is just so amazing. I’ve always got my laundry done, my kitchen clean, my roots bleached, eyebrows waxed, bed made, dinner on the table by 5:30, and nightstands clear of glasses and tissues, and I still have time to make my husband feel like the rock of my fortress. Also, my perfect toddler naps for hours on end, and sleeps a perfect 12 hours at night, waking up no earlier than 7:00AM. Of course, I wake up an hour before my family (since my family is on a perfect and predictable sleeping schedule) and have time for “me” as I get ready for my day, showering away the perfectly unsweaty night’s sleep, sipping my cuppa’ coffee, all while preparing for another glorious day.

I am perfect. No, I’m not. 

Living in my wild imagination is pure bliss, but when you’re living in my body, it’s exactly the opposite.

This is my guest room... not that any guests could use it.

This is my guest room… not that any guests could use it.

Computer is still on the couch opened to work emails about motorcycles (yes I work with motorcycles) not all the blogs I’ve bookmarked “to read at some future date”, I don’t have a porch overlooking the wilderness (unless you call West Hollywood “wild”), I don’t know exactly what goes into a belini (just that I love them and have to pay $14 for them at any local restaurant – thanks, WeHo) and I have a house full of clean laundry begging to be put away, dirty laundry dying to be washed (lest my dogs pee on the pile again), dishes in the sink and bathroom needing to be scrubbed. Floors, oh the floors… wearing socks that accumulate the hair of my two dogs counts as “sweeping” right? I party all the time too, but those parties (like the one I just had) consist of cleaning out the fridge and finally cleaning up the sticky salad dressing that spilled on the top shelf two months ago. It’s a blast.

Hooray for reality, transparency and hot messes.

I can’t count on consistency in my family’s schedule, but I can count on the fact that no matter what… baby’s up. Gotta jam.

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