Blah. That sums up how I'm feeling. I thought some "SheRoos" time would be nice so I excitedly left BM with his daddy and headed out to do a little shopping. I quickly remembered that I don't like to shop and was anxious to return home. Upon returning home to a screaming baby, I quickly remembered why I went shopping.
I know I should be outside helping HeRoos in the yard while BM naps but it is so HOT out there. I have a million things I could be doing in the air conditioned house but I'm lacking one important thing-motivation.
The further I get away from my career, the more I get four-wall-itis. I really need to find something in my life that provides an outlet and gets me out of the house. I sure miss my work out partner (V, why did you have to move to Connecticut?), I miss my SLC friends and my family. With gas prices sky high, my trips to Salt Lake & Syracuse are diminishing.
I've been trying to think of things to do for me so you don't have to visit me in the funny farm. My ideas include: take a cooking class, find a job that I can go to once a week at night, take an oil painting class, take a photography class, take a water aerobics class, take a zumba dance class (even if I'm horrible at dancing), join a gym (not very practical since we have workout equipment in the basement), volunteer somewhere. All of these ideas sound great but remember how I'm missing one key thing? Who can lend me a bottle of motivation?
I was reading in a book, Baby 411, about "high maintenace" babies and I finally felt validated. It reads, "High-maintenance babies require more physical and emotional strength from their parents. These babies get walked around, rocked, and soothed more than their low maintenance friends. Parents of these babies are exhausted and frequently at wits ends. They have irrational thoughts about giving their baby up for adoption. Don't worry-you are not alone."
One positive thing I can add to this otherwise dreary post is...my calendar is full of shiny stars! Yes, my friends, I have been holding strong to my commitment and working out. The downside-I have since gained two pounds. Before you try to offer comfort by telling me muscle weighs more than fat, save yourself the keystrokes. I'm afraid the marshmallow covering my six pack is inflating.