It's my party I can cry if I want to !!!!

I know your thinking, "Baby Maker, how in the world could you have a bad day with a gorgeous, beautiful amazing little man like that??"
First -I know right, he is beautiful :o)  I needed to get a picture up that would melt your hearts to the amazingness that is my little guy. Second, this picture was taken the day after the raging storm also known as "little man" had passed.




The day I am referencing was not a good day for the baby maker or little man. My quest for domesticity was put on hold. Little man took priority over Day 3's previously scheduled cooking :o)  Below you will see a more accurate picture of our day.... the date on the picture is wrong but this is what I was dealing with

 

Our entire day (over 10 hours) consisted of eating, crying, and the occasional cat nap. For the first time in my 9weeks and 5 days of motherhood I was helpless.  I was frustrated, exhausted, over caffeinated from an insomnia induced sleepless night the night before. He was crying for who knows what, for over an hour and a half. I fed, changed, snuggled, walked, and every other thing I could think of. Nothing was working to comfort him. I have to tell you it absolutely broke my heart. For many reasons, but the biggest, he always cries for reason, but his was the first time I couldn't figure it out. I am his mommy, I am supposed to know what he needs, whats bothering him, and be able to fix it. I'm sure this is the first time of many that I will feel helplessly useless. So there we sat, him screaming bloody murder and be sobbing because he was crying.  

Adios Mi Amigos,

Day 2 . . . cleaning ... seriously this time

Okay friends.  It may be 5:00pm but at least it got done eventually. Granted I started @ 10am but hey. . . I did have major distractions and obligations. Little man isn't feeding himself quite yet.

I gave myself 30 minutes per room... only the downstairs.. I'm no superwoman :o)  So we are talking about family room, dining room, kitchen, foyer and hallways, and guest bathroom. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. All with little man in his Wrap Carrier! I de-cluttered. Organized. Threw a ton of junk away (yay me). I even managed to sweep. Mopping for another day, but at least I can say I didn't quit on the 2nd day... what kind of loser quits something after day 1 . . . not me ... haha

Lesson's I learned about cleaning in my quest for domesticity. Be prepared. Gather up all of your supplies ahead of time and take them with you from room to room. Give yourself 30 minutes. I don't know about you but I can do anything if I know its for a limited time. 30 minutes to me is the perfect amount of time to be productive and accomplish good stuff, but also not get irritated, bored, or distracted.

Yay for me . . . .tomorrow ... cooking .... YIKES off to go search the web for a good, yummy EASY meal that will be hard to screw up

~Accidental Baby Maker

So much for cleaning . . .

So, I am in desperate need of motivation. Today, Day 2 in my quest for domesticity was supposed to be cleaning day. Little man is fussy, the dogs are driving my crazy (see yesterdays post). and with packing there are boxes all over every room of the house. Is there really any point to cleaning??? I think not... except that the dirt and clutter is driving me out of my skin. I'm cranky, hormonal and wish I could just blink and my entire house would be packed and clean and ready to go!!!

putting little man in the wrap and going for a walk before this house drives me crazy

~Accidental Baby Maker

Day 1. . . day of rest :o)

In my quest for domesticity I realized that I need to set up a weekly schedule. Me being the anal retentive list maker I need to know what my day requires. I need things to cross of and feel a sense of accomplishment. So... Sundays are going to be a day of rest. I day to spend quality time with hubs, the little man, and the furballs.

Today's majority of quality time was devoted to the dogs. They have been poorly neglected since little man's arrival. I am ashamed to say that they have spent the better part of 9 weeks outside. They love it, birds to chase, squirrels to bark after. I place a fresh bowl of food and water out every morning, but I have never been a fan of "outside dogs". Whats the point of having pets if your going to seclude them outside all the time. I was feeling like a very bad pet owner and even toyed with the idea of trying to find them a home who would give them the time they deserved.


(picture is pre-shave down, they now look like chemo dogs)   :o(

Then I watched Marley and Me, balled my eyes out, and realized that we all needed to adjust to little man's arrival. Pets are no exception. They got a buzz cut shave down. My first time ever and poor things will need a few weeks to grow back some level of decency. But at least there won't be piles of hair all over the floors. (big pet peeve). They both got a good shampoo and brush down of what little fur is left. So now I feel that they are sanitary enough to be inside with the baby. Next was getting the baby used to them. I allowed them both some time of exploring. Little man got sniffed from head to toe, and the dogs got a serious stare down. The barking is another story, and I don't know that any of us will ever get used to the rutcus they make when someone is anywhere near our front door. But at least now I feel that animal right's folks should not be beating down my door. Dogs are clean, little man adjusted famously. Now on to "rest".

Tomorrow's agenda. . . . cleaning. (uuuuuuugh)

~Accidental Baby Maker

My Quest for Domesticity

domesticity n pl -ties 1. home life 2. devotion to or familiarity with home life 

It was told to me when I was around the age of 16 that I would need to marry a gay man. That I needed someone who was good at cooking, cleaning, dressing, and all around domesticity. This was due to the fact that even then, my friends, family, and closest companions knew that I was completely lost when it came to all things "wifely". 

I am not a good cook, let me rephrase that, I don't cook at all. Many have tried, given me their "easiest recipes". I'm just not good at it. Maybe its having to be precise in my measurements. I can't handle a dash of this, or a splash of that. I need good solid measurable ingredients. But then on the opposite end of the spectrum, I'm really not that great with directions. Somehow my meals never turn out like they are supposed to. So I stopped trying. Most people have at least one signature dish. Not I. Sure I can throw a pound of speghetti into some boiling water, and warm up some Ragu. But I'm talking about a real dish, one that requires some spices, herbs, seasoning. Every girl should have at least one dish right??? 

I absolutely hate cleaning. I feel completely defeated after spending all of my time and energy scrubbing, scouring, sweeping, mopping, and de-germing only to have it dirty again within a few hours. (the cost of having two dogs and a hubs) I know it needs to get done, and I love the end result. Nothing soothes my soul more then the sent of lemon fresh clean floors and a spotless house. I just hate feeling like the second the house is lived in for more then two seconds there is a new mess. I would drive myself crazy attempting to keep the house as clean as I like it. So again, I gave up. Now I'm lucky to get the house cleaned when we are having company over. (I keep it sanitary, just not "clean clean")

This brings me to laundry. My husband now wears dress shirts, ties, and trousers to work every day. The pants and shirts need serious ironing. I have never ironed a man's shirt in my life. Seriously. If I have something I want to wear that is wrinkled I toss it in the dryer and remind myself to not buy that material again. And besides, all of my laundry hours are put it keeping our 2 month old in clean clothes, do you know how many outfits, bibs, burp clothes, blankets, sheets, a baby goes through in a day???

All of these things are items which I know, now as a Mom I should be doing. I am not striving to be a Leave it to Beaver or Martha Stewart by anymeans. Simply trying to aquire a hint of domestic domination. Granted my life is in a bit of an upheaval with packing, moving, unpacking, and tending to the little man. But I am determined to get a grip on this.

~Accidental Baby Maker