How To Change A Diaper

Step 1: Analyze baby’s current emotional state

Here is an example of my daughter’s apparent feelings towards getting changed:

Step 2: Choose to proceed with caution or decide to allow your baby to soak in his or her messy diaper, which may eventually result in an explosion.  Choose your battles carefully, this choice can get poopy.

Step 3: Prepare diaper, wipes, changing pad, etc.

Step 4: Wrangle baby.

Step 5: No seriously, wrangle the baby because it may turn out like this:

*if your baby is as stubborn and cantankerous as mine, straps and a distraction while changing are recommended.

Step 6: Make every effort not to get frustrated with baby while changing because it only makes it worse. Feel free to laugh at said baby when their bare, poopy butt is crawling around on your bed, leaving a mess EVERYWHERE (if it helps).

Step 7: Clean those cheeks and stick on those diaper tabs as quickly as you can muster.

Step 8: Kiss the other set of cheeks because you love your baby, and he or she will only be a baby for so long. 🙂

P.S. Sorry if you actually wanted advice on how to change a diaper.

Why Being A SAHM Sucks

Stop right there.

You aren’t going to be one of those people, right?

The people that say “what do you do all day?” to stay-at-home moms.

Or the people that say, “you have it so easy.”

If you’re one of those people, I want to say a big F*** YOU!

Yes, being a SAHM is a privilege. It’s a blessing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Or would I? As much as I love being with my daughter, it’s not all that glamorous. I mean my daughter can’t even talk yet, so I literally feel like I am talking to myself all day.  Crying and the occasional laugh are the responses I usually get.  It feels like I have no one to talk to, and I have limited adult interaction.

Also, I’m a young mom. I literally lost all of my friends because they are all bitches.

I mean, they don’t have their own kids and they are still in the partying phase, so that means I pretty much get left out of everything. And when my “friends” do invite me to something, I feel like its because they know I can’t and didn’t want a boring mom around anyway.

And then there’s all the cleaning. Diaper changes. Spit-up.  Laundry. Dishes. Why would I want to spend all day every day doing this?

One of the hardest parts is discipline. If you went from being a busy student or career woman like I did to suddenly being at home all day, everyday, with minimal chances for a hot shower or good night’s sleep, you’d understand. I’m tempted to sit around all day. Just looking at my house depresses me. I JUST WANT SLEEP AND JACK DANIEL’S.

On top of that, for a person with a history of depression, being alone constantly is hard. Post Pardum Depression and the Baby Blues are a real thing.  I’ve talked about this a little in another post, but I haven’t actually been diagnosed this time around. That’s because I refuse to see the doctor again.

I am focusing on physical activity to keep me from spiraling down, and thinking about how my daughter needs my help.  I often look to Strong Inside Out for help. If you’re interested in a healthy way to combat depression and anxiety, I strongly recommend it. I’ll post a video about it at the bottom of this post.

Anyway, being a SAHM is harder than I’d ever imagined. I sometimes wrestle with the idea of going back to work earlier than planned, and I am immediately guilted by a smile from my daughter.  I know how important it is to her learning and stability that I am here as long as possible.

I just want to be real about this and let other moms know that its okay to love and hate being a SAHM all at the same time. Also, feel free to silently (or not) cuss out anyone who says its easy.

At the end of the day, I know the answer to my previous question, “why would I want to spend all day doing this?” Here is my answer, summed up in one photo:

🙂

And as promised:

Mom Problems

Do you ever feel like you are a terrible mom?

Today has been one of those days where I am totally winning.

Yep, I’m winning the Worst Mom in the World Award.

My daughter has fallen three times today (she’s 7 months but crawling and standing), all of which resulted in a bruise on her little face.  She pulled a heavy wooden chair down on herself. She slipped in her fleece pajamas and hit her face on the table leg. During a baby fit she reared and hit her head on the hard floor.  And those are just the memorable boo-boos of the day.  I’m afraid to see what she’ll look like tomorrow.  I don’t want people to think I hit her.

And the worst part is that while I feel bad, I just wish she’d grow up. Or just chill out.  I’m feeling bad about allowing her to get hurt, but I’m mostly feeling bad that I’m being selfish by wishing she could entertain herself or that I could have a break.

Someone tell me it gets easier?

I keep thinking I should go back to work for the obvious benefits, but also because I need adult interaction.

But the next thing I know, she is smiling at me and I regret ever thinking about it.  If I am able to stay home, I should, right?

*Sighhhhhhh*

Please share your experiences because this momma needs encouragement.

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ME: Thanks for visiting my blog! To sum it up, I am just a girl with a lot on my mind.  But if you must know, I am a wife, mommy, student, daughter, sister, nerd, etc. with a head full of nonsensical thoughts.  I am also somehow the world’s biggest bitch and the world’s most compassionate person, ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

My thoughts needed an outlet, and here we are.

On this blog I talk about everything from love to love handles.  You know, the important stuff!

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