Since having Evan I have written about 12 blogs, all unfinished 😉
I have made hundreds of mental lists, not one fulfilled.
Whats more? I’m OK with that.
However, now that we have together a loose routine I do want to try and add stuff to my day. After all, I plan on working full-time, taking care of my little man, getting back into shape (me time!), meeting up with friends and family, and blogging! Even if no one really reads my blogs it is nice to go back and read what I thought about things. I realized after having Evan you will stare at him and say “I hope I remember this for the rest of my life” but with a bit of sleep deprivation and lots on the to-do list, much of it gets lost. Thus, baby books, blogs and notes, are a great tool.
So what is my new “plan” – I want to make loose plans for my day/week. Set up some goals, meal plans and shopping lists. I’ll wrap Evan in the Moby and go to town on getting some of these things done (but I won’t feel bad when I want to just cuddle and nap with my cutie, like we did today for an hour and half). I have found a big part of being a mom is you start something because it hits the brain, the baby cries you of course tend to him, and then when you are done you have forgotten what you started. Or you have spit up somewhere, have to change yourself, the baby and then you don’t have the energy to return the project. Oops. NBD. But if I had a list, those started projects or projects you would have liked to have started… at least you don’t totally forget about them. I’ve found lots of laundry sits too long and I have to rewash it, totally not environmentally friendly and what a wast of detergent. Seriously.
For some reason, motherhood has totally mellowed me out. I go with the flow and haven’t been too hard on myself. When I meet little goals like washing the floor, or dishes I consider those big wins… If I happen to fold and put away laundry, I almost feel like Gabby Douglas (I wanted to say Michael Phelps, but that is a strech, I’ll say that on a day when I do a workout, spend time with the baby, work and manage to eat, HAHA).
So today Hector gets home kind of early and we are going to grocery shopping. As soon as I’m done typing this I’m making a list of ingrediants for a couple meals I hope to cook this week and a couple quick eat ideas (making sure I have stuff for quick smoothies, and stuff to add to my oatmeal like nuts, dried fruit, etc.).
I have always been a pretty organized person, but suddenly I feel very unorganized and need to put stuff in order, because I think every night is going to be party night when I start back at work and knowing where things are, knowing what I need to get… Will be one less worry of mine.
Wish me luck!
Any of you have tips on how to stay organized? Do you meal plan for the week? How about prep? Like cook extra chicken for ease of use the next couple days (salads, snack?)?
I love this post! Everything you said is so true about motherhood. My aunt Bridget regularly comments on how laid back I have become since having Jack. I am probably the most unorganized person. I have no tips for you there. But I will say embracing being laid back is key and you have already found it. Sticky floors mean happy creative kids 🙂 There is this poem I love and live by. I remind myself of it whenever Jack is tugging at my legs and I am telling him to go play so I can do the dishes. This pops in my head, the last line especially and I usually stop and go play or cuddle with him.
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
By Ruth Hamilton
Evan is SO cute!! Good luck! 🙂