This week, I’m sharing a blogger with you that I have met IRL. And she’s a total sweetheart. I got to listen to her tell the story about her twitter and blog name and how people think that she spelled it wrong- but it’s really just a play on words, tongue-in-cheek kind of name. Tracy blogs at Sellabit Mum. She used to sell things, not because well… well, she has three girls, so obviously…ahem.
Now that I’ve probably mortified Tracy by talking about her love life, I know that you all will make up for it by showing her lots of love today. And I do know that you will love her. She puts a lot of thought and heart into her writing. She is positive, but someone who admits that somedays are harder than others. Meet Tracy:
A Friday, March 2001
5:00 am wake up
Pee by myself
45 minute jog
Quiet breakfast feeding only myself
Matt Lauer had hair. Oh wow, sexy hair.
Shower by myself, no one pulling on the shower curtain(well, maybe my boyfriend)
Long, hot, shower
I iron my clothes
I leave for work on-time in clean clothing
I leave for work and leave a clean home behind me
My car is clean.
I did not sit on goldfish crackers.
A Friday, March 2011
4:45 holy hell the baby is awake already
Pee holding baby and wipe and wash as best I can.
No jog, okay tweet. “I NEED COFFEE HOLY HELL IT’S EARLY”
Nurse baby while tweeting. “Oh I love early mornings. Shooting rainbows out of my butt here.”
Coffee. When is Matt Lauer on.
Sesame Street. tweet “Elmo is whacked. WHACKED!”
Check email while pretend to build block tower with baby.
Read blogs out-loud in sing-songy voice to baby.
Aw, Matt Lauer. Still hot without hair. Now I love older men. They grey-haired ones dig me.
Breakfast of licking peanut butter out of the jar while I give the baby bananas.
Wake-up big kids. They tell me it’s early. “I’ll show you early, girlfriends. You want to see early tomorrow?”
Zombie children stare at TV while I make frozen waffles. Baby is pulling on my legs. Bananas coat my yoga pants.
Oh Matt Lauer, you are fine.
Throw food down kids throats, pack lunches. Same lunches I packed yesterday, the day before yesterday and last year.
Throw clothing on kids. Wrinkled.
Baby gets out every toy in house.
Tweet “I love my life. My kids are so beautiful and perfect.”
Check for blog comments.
Walk kids to bus-stop. Realize I am in my robe and slippers. Baby is screaming.
Put baby down to nap.
Sit on floor. House is a disaster.
Drink coffee and stare at Matt Lauer.
So how have your mornings changed since you’ve become a mother? Just less hair? Or more coffee?