Hello. If you’re reading this post it means something, even if it’s a very small something is going right in this house. Something being, both kids are napping at the same time. Because that time my friends and ONLY that time is when we can talk. Oh, and only after I cook 40 meals from scratch in my kitchen.
Wait. What was that last part?
Me? Cooking a bunch of shit?
EVERY.G.D.DAY?
Yes. Oh yes.
My diet has morphed from restrictive for breastfeeding, to Paleo, to Whole30 and now the Candida Diet (removing yeast). All to help my little bugger Ruby feel better. She now has full body eczema, mucus face, man farts and sparse poops. We went to the naturopath yesterday and were told that she has too much yeast and is reacting. That means, no fruit, no honey, and definitely no gummy penguins. Listen, I know it’s my choice to do this. But manalive cut me a break with this food shit. Also, who am I? Martini MODG barely recognizes this frizz ball makeupless train wreck.
If I squint real hard and tilt my head and suck in my gut, I can kiiiind of remember the cool weird girl that started this blog. I remember posting pictures of a shaker and martini glass and being all, “my evening”. And that would be the whole post. Ok quality lacked around here, but my life was miles different than what it is now. A good newlywed friend of mine just informed me that my last “drunk” category post was 2 full years ago. She asked me to rectify this. Another commenter asked that I start posting more of what my “adult” life is like these days. Both had good intentions, but friends without kids, hear me now: THERE IS NO ADULT LIFE. You think I’m exaggerating. You know, because that’s what I do around here. I’m not.
Let me break it down for you:
Wake up either from a grunting baby next to me or a toddler jumping on top of me saying “more special movie” “more special movie” (this is what he calls cartoons. TV has become the 5th family member since Ruby arrived)
Hold one kid while getting another dressed, reverse.
Prop small one somewhere and occupy toddler with a brush and my bra drawer while I somehow get dressed
Sometimes I look in the mirror
Play trains, feed baby, play trains, feed baby, play trains, feed baby, change diaper, play trains, feed baby, play trains, feed baby, change diaper.
TRAINS. (these guys are my train relief)
Cook lunch while holding baby. Try not to drop her on anything hot. Drag toddler around on my leg as he screams MORE CHEESE. (?)
Prop baby, nap G. Nap involves extreme routines involving specific clothes, diapers, sounds, stars, lights, books, blankets, dolls, lighting concept, etc. It takes a full half hour.
Baby has HAD IT.
Feed her, nap her.
RUN downstairs. Cook everything in the kitchen for dinner, for breakfasts, etc. for B and I containing only safe ingredients for our stupid diets. Worry about G’s food later.
30 minutes. Baby is awake. Stare at her in the video monitor like a mental patient. She goes back to sleep. Whew…
MOMMYCOMEINMOMMYCOMEIN G is up. Shit. Sa;lskdjf;laksdjf;lkj
Tell him to be quiet because he will wake up Ruby.
Cook more.
This cycle repeats 3 times.
Everyone is up. I am out of breath.
play trains, feed baby, play trains, feed baby, play BLOCKS, feed baby (crazy I know).
DAD IS HOME THANK THE JESUS IN THE SKY.
Get dinner on the table
Baby wants me, not dad. Duh.
G wants me to PLAY GD TRAINS AGAIN. Dad isn’t cutting it.
SHOVE food into my mouth so I can pick up the baby.
Bath time.
Dad does bath. I get Ruby. Switch.
G to bed. Wants mommy to read to him.
Ruby screams, wants mom. Duh, who doesn’t. Mom is cool. But please hang out with DAD.
*****SUPER SPECIAL ADULT MOM TIME***** here it comes everyone, my special time———————->
I GET TO SHOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am alone and it’s my very own time.
I do not get to dry my hair though. I have to run down and get Ruby because she’s screaming.
Feed Ruby and watch the Bachelor in 30 minute increments every night. I’m on episode 2.
9:30pm Ruby is tired, sleeps next to me and will only stay asleep next to me. So I sleep. She moves to her crib around midnight.
AND THEN WE DO IT ALL AGAIN.
See how there wasn’t like, wine time in there? There wasn’t any chocolate and internet shopping time? There wasn’t any, read my Lucky mag time and take toilet pictures time? And no, there wasn’t even blog time.
Listen friends, I’m not complaining. I have a really cool little family and it’s my job to be the momma. And I know this is all a phase as I’ve said. But it’s literally every minute of every day. There is no adult fun time. I hate to break it to everyone who doesn’t have little bundles of poop and pee yet. But let me tell you this, you will be SO good at playing trains. You will play the shit out of those trains.
So stay with me folks. You’ll see more of me as time goes on. And the more you see of me, the better you know we’re doing. Because somehow I’m alone, at my computer and I’m breathing (and maybe drinking wine. Praise Britney, please let me be drinking some wine)
I will have non mom skinny jean post #2 for you soon. You know, when I get time.
xoxo and sexy grain free love,
MODG
POSTED IN: babies,I hate everyone,Mom Stuff,Not Pleased,Toddlers,You think you know but you have no idea
Hi I’m MODG. But you can call me MODG. You say it like Modg, like a Grandma name. Not like M.O.D.G. That’s a lot of syllables and I don’t have that kind of time. 
