Props to Single Moms (and Dads) Everywhere

I have alot of respect for single moms. Being a mom is a hard job. I couldn't imagaine doing it with out the support of my husband. If I run errands during the day, while Eric is at work, it wears me out. You have to make sure the diaper is clean, put on coats and hats, make sure the diaper bag is packed with everything you could need for any possible situation that might arise. Then you have to load the car up with all these things. First cram a squirming baby into the carseat, then load all the crap (i.e. diaper bag, stroller, toys, etc.). I do all this before I put on my shoes. Cause have you ever tried to put on shoes while holding a baby, doesn't work out so well. Every thing is loaded in the car, I have run back inside and got my shoes on, so finally we are ready to drive to the store (or where ever we may be going that day).
We get to the store, then the unloading proccess begins. Get the stroller out of the trunk, get the baby out of the carseat and into the stroller, smush the diaper bag into the small basket on the bottom of the stroller. Are ya still with me? Good, because we are ready to venture into the store. Inside everyone and their mother wants to talk to you. Which is fine but sometimes people say the caziest things, and I know from personal experience, 9 times out of 10, its the cazies that want to talk. Most people just smile and say "oh what a cute baby," Not the cazies, they want conversation. Like the other day I had a woman come up to me in kmart and say "your baby is actually really beautiful, this is the first time in awhile I have seen a truely pretty baby." What? What kind of a thing is that to say. Like how could these other parents have the edacity to parade their ugly babies around kmart. Here is what I do in this type of situation; Smile, nod, and pick up the pace to get Brayden the H away from the crazies.
Anyway, so we manage accomplish what ever task we set out to achieve. Fingers crossed, without a melt down in the store, by either me or Brayden. Come on Moms don't pretend like it is only our kids who have the ability to melt down in public!
Now it is time to reload the car with the same crap, plus any new crap we may have picked up during the outing. By now I am sure you are catching on to the drill. Get the baby back in the carseat, get the stroller folded and back in the trunk, yayda yayd. Drive home and unload, you guessed it, all the same crap. First take baby inside and get him settled, then back out to the car for at least on more trip, depending on how much new crap you have accumulated.
I gotta tell you I am exsausted and ready for a nap just writing about taking an outing so you can imagine how it can wear a person out. The point of this little rambling is when Eric is with us, all of a sudden it becomes 10 times easier. So for moms and dads (gotta give love to the single dads too!) who always have to do everything by themselves I give you props. You don't have an easy job. There are some days that I am staring at the clock waiting for Eric to get home so I can take a much needed break. Or on the weekends when I get a little extra sleep.
I am greatful for my husband. I might give him a hard time occasionally but he is wonderful (90% of the time). He has been my best friend and support system since I was 17. I know, I know, but honestly if it wasn't for him I don't know where I would be right now. Probably passed out drunk in a ditch. But like they say life is a two way street, so if it wasn't for me he would probably also be passed out drunk in a ditch. Hey maybe even the same ditch as me...I guess when it's meant to be it's meant to be.

From smokin hott to not so hott

If you would have asked me 17 months ago to describe myself I would have told you I was one hott piece of ass. Well I probably would have said something more PC (unless I had been drinking) but I was confident. I have always had high self esteem and felt pretty good about myself. Then I got pregnant. During my pregnancy I gained 75 pounds. Granted alot of that was water weight, but still I was the size of a small, well scratch that, more like medium sized house. I didn't care about my looks so much when I was pregnant because I was pregnant and to busy being uncomfortable to worry about anything else. Then I had my beautiful baby boy, Brayden. I love him so much and he is so amazing and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. But I did trade something for him...my smokin hottness.
It has been hard for me to come to terms with my new body. Most of the weight has come off pretty easily except the last 15 lbs. Which have been extremly stubborn. But worse than the weight are the STRECH MARKS!!!! Ugh I was so hopping I wouldn't get them. As does every women who has ever gotten pregnant in the history of the world! If you were one of the unlucky ones to get strech marks like me, let me tell ya I feel your pain! If you were one of the lucky ones who didn't get strech marks F you! Sorry I know thats rude but they are seriously that bad. At least with the weight I know with hard work I can get it off (yeah trust me I know thats easier said than done!) but there is not a damn thing you can do about strech marks except rub cream on them, that doesn't really work by the way.
Another new feature of my body that has been hard to come to terms with is the pooch. You mommies know what I am talking about. The way your lower stomach kinda wrinkles up and pooches away from the rest of your bobdy. Let me tell ya about how sexy that is! Not sexy at all.
Its sucks getting dressed these days. I have a whole closet full of super cute clothes that I can't wear. That I will probably never wear again even if I do manage some day to get my hott bod back. Because they were my "going out clothes" and the only place I am "going out" too now days is Mommy and me class. I probably wouldn't be very popular if I showed up one Wednesday in a tank top that showed enough cleveage to make Katy Perry blush!
The one thing about clothes is with the right outfit I can trick people into thinking I just might look pretty good under all that fabric. If you can find tops that are tight in the good places and baggy in the bad places you can make it work. Naked on the other hand is a completely diffrent story. There is no fooling anyone when you are buck naked staring into a mirror. All I can say is thank god for the dark and the fact that my husband can't see that great without his glasses!
At the end of the day I love being a mom! It is the best job in the world, truely. And giving up my hottness was a small price to pay in order to have my son. But that being said it doesn't mean that sometimes I long for my hott bod back. I haven't completely given up hope yet and sometimes if I stumble into some good lighting I can still catch a glips of that hottie smilling at me in encouragment.