I was going to post my last SAHM Post,
revisiting my SAHM Fears.
But decided not to on account of:
1) I'm just repeating most of what I said in earlier posts
2) I'm just plain sick of talking about being a SAHM.
I assume you are sick of hearing about it.
But then again you are back reading this blog post,
so you maybe you aren't unless you are just reading to be polite.
Truthfully, I'm kind of burned out right now.
I am one of those people who likes to plan
and get out of the house
and do fun things,
and I've been over-booking
and over-committing us.
We've been burning out on summer and it's ONLY JUNE.
Saturday's Fun: massive waterslide at a friend's house.
Just tonight, there was a mass hysteria meltdown by both Oliver and Aaron.
Crying over basically nothing except excess sun exposure
Oliver is teething and has a cold,
so he's pretty much wiped out.
Aaron got sunburnt at the pool yesterday
because we tried our first day sans rashguard
and I guess his pasty white chest/back just wasn't ready for the sun,
so matter how many times I applied the sunscreen.
Good news is that I have a fast-growing aloe plant in my house,
so I've been breaking pieces off to rub all over him,
which he loves because its cool and tingly,
and I love how stupidly crunchy organic it is.
Oh god, I sound like one of those essential oil moms.
Ok, back on topic...
Feeling burnt out.
I hadn't been to yoga in almost 2 months thanks to Adam's child-lifting ban
from him carpal & cubital tunnel surgery.
I finally went back on Thursday for the Hot Power 6-7am class
and OMG I AM STILL SORE TODAY.
Then Saturday I went for a run on a wet, rocky, vertical 7.5-mile trail run
in Valley Forge National Park.
In hot humid weather.
It was RIDICULOUS.
I even got light-headed which tells you how crazy it was.
And THEN, to top it all off...
I punched myself in the mouth with a toy.
Yes, you read that correctly.
We were at this place called The Little Pod
(think a nicer Chuck-E-Cheese)...
...And I was trying to pry apart a stuck toy and
accidentally PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE FACE.
Now not only am I sore from yoga and running,
but I have a busted lip like I lost a fight...
... with myself.
Meanwhile, I've even slacked on my social media monitoring.
Generally that would be a good thing,
a little less IG and facebook would do the world some good,
but I have TWENTY-NINE blogposts to read
and I don't even feel like opening bloglovin to start on them.
summer has been kicking my ass.
And it's ALL MY FAULT.
and under-estimating the power of the sun.
I get this is a common complaint across all mothers in America.
Or perhaps all mothers everywhere.
I guess this means I'm just human, dammit.
And here I like to pretend I'm modern day Wonder Woman,
minus the perky boobs.
Speaking of which,
I found this meme and laughed way harder than I should.