Wow, my life has totally changed! Just three years ago I was partying it up, but tonight it is very likely I won't even be awake when the new year starts. I wouldn't trade my kids for anything, but I sure do miss being able to fit into the clothes I wore that year. Ha! I wonder if that will ever happen again. I realize that I haven't taken the time to sit down and write anything since I first started this blog, I have made some progress, but I feel like the holidays may undo it yet. I've been overindulging in sweets as of late and Christmas with my mom's family always means cookies, fudge, candy, good food and drinks (of the non-alcoholic variety), and lots and lots of leftovers. Add to that the fact that I need to de-program myself from the "clean your plate" rules of childhood and the fact that I hate to see food wasted and I probably put back on at least five pounds. I haven't been exercising like I should be either the last month or so. I'm trying to get the housekeeping back to a manageable level, but I feel like I'm neglecting my children when I put them somewhere to play so I can get done what I should get done, and nap time is my only real "me" time. I really need that me time too, it keeps me sane, and makes me a much more pleasant mom and partner.
Now I need to figure all this out. I know that moms have been doing it all and getting it done for centuries. My New Years resolution is to try to keep the house up. Working on my weight loss is secondary, since I'm still nursing my youngest (now 6 1/2 months old) I'm loosing some anyway, but I need to step it up if I am going to get my body back. This spring I'm going to start at least walking every day, but until then I need to figure something out. I should really invest in a jogging stroller too. That's how I lost the weight in the first place before I had kids. I don't know. Maybe if Lawrence switches to nights he'll watch the munchkins long enough for me to get out and run in the mornings. Well, a girl can hope. I seriously need to get out of the fat pants though!
Anyone else having this problem with balancing "sanity time", chores, and parenting? Is guilt a requirement for motherhood or what?