It’s hard to get dressed when you’re not going anywhere. I mean, why bother? A clean pair of pants, t-shirt and a ponytail seem to be just fine. Well, now I get annoying and answer my own question. I am worthless when I don’t get dressed, sweats don’t seem to produce results even when they’re a name brand. Also, I seem to feel like a slug in them, albeit a comfortable slug. Now that all of my clothes fit again I am making a pledge to myself that I will wear them. I did it last week (except for Tuesday when I was in bed ill) and it really makes a difference. Putting on some makeup and a belt make a huge difference in how I feel, sort of stupid when Nathan doesn’t care, but I do and I’m sure Mike does, too. If he were to be the stay at home Dad I don’t think I would appreciate seeing him in his PJ’s at 6 in the evening.
Learning how to do this “job” without loosing myself is a process, apparently. I am finding time here and there to take care of myself, keeping my brows tidy and my nails done, taking baths now and then while Mike keeps the baby. I’m running more errands alone too which I finally enjoy. Mike has always been great with the baby but I always wanted to take him everywhere, never wanted to be without him. I’m over that now and appreciate that I can get errands run faster and easier, plus I can blast my music, just like the old Christina used to do. I think that this little tweak along with making plans for each day is going to help. This week is just a few small’ish things, Yoga, painting, scrap-booking, cooking, and a movie. Nothing major, just enough to fight both the frump and the cabin fever. We’ll see how it goes.