So since returning to work I've struggled big time with feeling like I've got my shit together at any level. My day starts early and ends late. Most days all I want to do is climb back under the covers and give up. But working full time, taking care of an infant, taking care of a house and beyond that even trying to find time to be a good friend, a present spouse, an attentive daughter. The list is really endless. That is even completely ruling out me time which I feel myself needing more of lately.
For a while I was really struggling and trying to find a way to get everything done and to do it in a way that was even remotely how I'd wanted it done. I ended up coming across this pin on Pinterest and it was like having my eyes opened. It was so simple and obvious but so very very what I needed. I made my own version and have been rocking that shit hard for 3 weeks now. Its been amazing. Really and truly and I figured that maybe y'all might be able to find some use for it too.
Mine is divided into 7 sections as follows.
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So this isn't really the type of post that I'd intended to start out with. In my head I was hoping for something upbeat and happy and I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT LIFE RIGHT NOW because that's the place I'm in currently. However, I wanted to get this out of my head while it still lingers there. Before hormones sweep it away like nature designs it to so that you'll do this again instead of saying FUCK THAT I REMEMBER LAST TIME! Even over the course of a few months, a few weeks. A few months ago I was in an ENTIRELY different place than I am right now. I was completely and totally buried in a spell of Postpartum Depression.
So the back story to this is that I gave birth on May 10th. I was 6 days overdue and it was a less than amazing labor ending in c-section. That is another story for another time. As most moms know, those first few days in the hospital are spent oohing and ahhing over your very calm and very sleepy little baby. They also know that when you get home and your baby has recovered from the very tiring endeavor of being born, the crying begins. For some of us, there is more crying than others. Mine was a particularly fussy baby early on who struggled with reflux and a pretty whack digestive system in general. He was cranky, gassy, fussy and pretty intensely spit-upy.
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