Finally a new post!

So the past few months have been a whirlwind and I am just now beginning to pick myself up off the ground! Little Ava has been a lot more demanding on my time and energy than I ever could have imagined. I think that when I finally decided to be a SAHM (stay-at-home mom), I had this idealic picture of finally having a clean house, a happy baby, lots of "me" time without worrying about the demands of an outside workplace...when really all I did was manage to bring the outside workplace, inside my home. Now my job begins at 4am instead of 7am, I don't get any down time for lunch breaks, bathroom breaks, any sort of break and I haven't watched a daytime television show in MONTHS! My daily 25 minute commute used to be the time when I thought about my day and found some peaceful "me" time...well that's gone. When I used to leave work at 4, well now I am usually not even out of my pajamas at 4. What's that you say?? You'd love to stay in your PJs until 4pm?? Try it for 7 months straight and then tell me how awesome it is. I am just saying, I would love to "clock-out" at 4. Unfortunately I think CPS would probably catch on. So my workplace is now 24/7 and it is now everywhere I go, no clocking-in or out, no breaks, no sub to call in and take my place...so things like getting dressed are like a past-time luxury. I definitely feel like I've taken a backseat in the hygiene department. I go days without even brushing my hair, it's disgusting. Some days after my shower I have to rub lotion in my hair just to make it slick enough to get the gigantic knots out. That's what happens when you get out of the shower to hear your baby screaming in her crib...you kind of forget about the whole combing thing.
When the baby goes down for a nap (if the baby goes down for a nap), I've got a disaster of a house to clean. Dishes, laundry, baby bottles to clean, dog piss, diapers, baby food flung all over the floor, toys cluttering up every room, did I mention laundry?? I HATE laundry, so that's usually the very last thing that will get done in my house, if ever. Yes, I have even bought new clothes on a shopping trip in order to avoid doing more laundry. I hate laundry. It's the devil.
Now don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade all of it for the world. I am just saying, when Roger leaves the house to go to work, I secretly curse him for an hour or so. What I wouldn't give to be able to get dressed, drop the baby off with somebody (ANYBODY)else and take off to do something unbaby related.
But then I look at Ava, she's such a happy, healthy baby...and I only have myself to blame. We play all day, we sing songs, we dance, we go to the park, she plays with the puppies, we run errands together, we are definitely an inseparable pair. And she is quickly becoming the best buddy I've ever had. Yes, she drools, poops on me, expects me to do everything, but she is also the best cuddle buddy EVER, her smiles make my heart skip a beat and I've never seen anybody laugh so hard at my stupid jokes. She is my whole world and I have a feeling that I am hers.