Who has the time?

Oh My God!

Am I writing?  I am!  I really am!  Yet I feel that I don’t have much to say these days.  I have been completely consumed by the new mommy role I play that I have let things I used to think were really important fall by the wayside.  Like my toes haven’t been painted in God knows how long, although in all fairness I have only recently been able to comfortably reach them again.  I need a hair cut.  I desperately need to go out and buy something other than these grubby jeans I keep wearing, and I really should think about some kind of extreme dry skin therapy for my hands.  Don’t get me wrong though.  I don’t look hideous.  I am still clean, presentable and fairly well, although very casually, put together.  My house is clean.  My laundry is done.  My kid looks great all the time.  It’s just those little things I used to enjoy so much, that extra polish and care I suppose, is gone.

Needless to say, along with the extra polish my writing has suffered as well.   I mean, how many times can I realistically write about the baby talk I hold each day?  Who really wants to read about how cute I think my kid is, how she peed and crapped all over the place during PEKIP the other day, and how I’ve gotten her to enjoy talking a bath?  Other moms I am sure can relate.

So today, after nap time, I am going out for a little retail therapy.  I refuse to let myself slide into the “unkempt” catagory.  I need a little polish.  But I will admit it is harder for me to fit in a little time for me than I thought it would be.