You’re Invited

It’s time to turn on every fluorescent bulb in the house and aimlessly walk around the house and soak up as many light rays as possible, all in hopes of increasing the serotonin in my brain, which is supposed to “lift my spirits.”  Wait a minute, I already walk around aimlessly.   Yes, today I am having a full fledged pity party.  I think I must have put too much on my plate and begin to doubt every ability I have to be a good mom, to complete my master’s and work and be a housewife. It’s all I can do to keep the laundry pile to a minimum, the dishes out of the sink, the floor free of food crumbs, regurgitated and nonregurgitated hairballs (cats), and toys.  Not to mention cooking, reading and entertaining my children in an attempt to keep tv time to a minimum and here I am blogging.  But 5 minutes is all I need to vent a little to hold on to a bit of sanity.  I know all mommies can sympathize for a mommy is a job within itself.    Sometimes we just need some reassurance. 

Back to Work

Last weekend I finally took the initiative of returning to work.  Oh how I missed those tedious requests, “Can I get some more ice water,” “I didn’t order this for breakfast, can I have oatmeal,” and the priceless one, “Can I get some jelly w/ my toast?”  No, folks this is not a hotel in which I work, but a hospital.  I have a patient who is paralyzed from a previous stroke, w/ rales in all of his lungs fields and is in respiratory failure, another who is disoriented and pulled out their IV and is bleeding all over the place, someone else who is puking or pooping everywhere and you want some jelly on your toast! 

“Sure (Mr. Smith) I’ll be right there,” I say politely.

This is actually very typical of what a day can be like in the shoes of an acute care nurse, but contrary to the “nice to do’s,” I may complain about, I love my job.  I love helping people and yes, I even bring them jelly, maybe not right away, but I try. 

It felt so good to be amongst other adults and actually put my degree to use.   I look forward to completing my MSN and really contributing to my community.

Postpartum Bluejean Blues

So a week or so ago I decided to set out on a quest for the perfect pair of jeans, 5 months postpartum (1st mistake).  I am somewhere in the middle of maternity pants and jeans prior to pregnancy.  Although most of the “baby weight” is gone, my stomach. . . well let’s just say not so much.  Rectus abdominis completely caput!  Not that I ever had a six pack, but my muffin top is at an all time high. 

I love Gap jeans, but this time around they just weren’t doing anything for my body.  So I decided to try the Buckle (2nd mistake).  Let me briefly explain.  I live in a small town with a  mall that consists of mostly clothing stores that I have never heard of before and not to mention the quality.   WalMart’s quality is better.  So I saw Buckle as an option, plus they carry Lucky brand jeans, which I used to love (over 10 years ago and no babies).  What was I thinking??!! 

The young girl who helped me was slightly over the top helpful.  Probably in high school, looked totally hip, perfect makeup and body.  Definitely naive to fitting a jean to my body type, let alone the perfect pair.  “So what are looking for in a jean?  Low-rise, ultra low-rise?”  Are you kidding?  What you mean is one ice cream scoop or double scoop hanging over the waist?   What I needed was something to make my mom butt disappear, suck in the fat and flab around my abdomen and make my hips and thighs smaller.   Probably wouldn’t be finding that at The Buckle.  Low and behold, I did.  To make a long story short. . . I wouldn’t say it is the perfect pair, but the girl was so helpful and I felt guilty for wasting so much of her time, that I bought a pair.  And yes, the muffin top is still apparent, but that is what baggy shirts are for.