Getting my ish together

It's hard to get myself together, you know what I mean? It's like either I'm totally on it at home or I'm killin' it at work but never both at once. It's always kinda been that way for me, but right now, I am in a weird place where I feel like I'm lucky if my socks match which is SO not me. But it is. Because I'm a new me. This is my mommyhood life and I need to find a new balance.

So that means I have to...
... lay my clothes out the night before
... lay C's clothes out the night before
... leave my bc by the coffee so I remember to take it each morning around the 6 am feeding
... leave the lunchbox near the bc so I remember to pack breastmilk for the day
... shower at night so I can sleep as long as possible after that early morning feeing
... go to bed before I'm exhausted (I'm still working on this one)
... let Porch do more cuddling so I can get my homework done (getting better at this, though I suspect hardship when I am back in the office full-time and don't get to snuggle as much as I have been)
... leave work to work hours (this will forever be a struggle)
... delegate that ish to other people

... ASK FOR HELP

I'm getting better at coping. Coping seems to have this negative connotation, but really, it just means that I am adjusting to this new lifestyle and the requirement of having everything together(ish) for the sake of C. To think that she would simply fold into our schedule and lifestyle is downright laughable. While we strive to maintain an adult-like life, we also are now those people who time shopping trips by nap/bottle/diaper and use Motherese when speaking with our infant. That's us now.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.
xoxo
Momma Porch

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