On Friday, Rowan turned 2 months old.
I’ve had 61 days to get you something better than the project I’m currently working on. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks since I told you about the Sunshower Chandelier, but that was actually finished and hung up well before Rowan was born. It just took me a long time to write the blog post about it. I guess it’s finally time to admit, my priorities have shifted.
This will not come as a surprise to most of you, but I just haven’t had time to work on the house. Which is ironic, because at this point, “working on the house” means “working on Rowan’s room,” and I’ve had nearly a year now to finish that project, and still haven’t gotten it done. And that was without the added distraction of having a baby.
So the posts are few and far between right now. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say to you; it’s that none of it is house-related. And I really don’t want to turn this into a mommy-blog, because I don’t have anything original to say on the subject. Even though it would be super easy to just post pictures of my adorable baby and have you stroke my ego by telling me how adorable she is.
That’s what social media is for.
Seriously, though, tell me that’s not pretty cute. When I was pregnant, I kept imagining the most awkward mish-mash of me and Chris. We’re not bad-looking people, if I do say so myself, but if you were to select only our most awkward features, you could come up with a pretty awkward-looking baby. For instance: my nose, Chris’s white-boy ‘fro, my poor eyesight, and both of our mustaches combined into some sort of all-powerful SuperMustache:
Sidenote: It is my belief that as a mom, I now get to say embarrassing things out loud. So I’d like to give a shout-out to any readers who are my secret sisters in the Bearded Ladies Club. Mother Nature really dropped the ball on that one, amiright? Giving facial hair to women? She wasn’t looking out for her own best interests, I’ll tell you that. Seriously. Chris got a subscription to the Dollar Shave Club, and I was like, “Can you order one for me?” And we’ve been together for like, 14 years — he knows it’s not for my legs. But you can’t say anything, because the Bearded Ladies Club is a lot like Fight Club:
Rowan, I’m sorry about the genes I’ve passed on to you. Puberty is going to be rough. Just remember this: anything boys can do, girls really CAN do better.
But I digress.
So. Not gonna be a mommy-blog. Even though my best DIY since Rowan was born is what I call the Dairy Area (patent pending), my version of the Easy Expression Bustier:
I wasn’t about to pay money for something so soul-crushingly practical (so humiliating, but such a GOOD IDEA, right?), so I took an old sports bra and cut two strategically-placed holes in it, leaving my hands free for other important pursuits.
Actually, this is more accurate:
By the way, that 10 minutes of hands-free pumping? That’s like, the only time I get to myself. I actually find myself looking forward to it sometimes.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Anyway. I did manage to complete one real, actual house DIY project since she was born. I rehabbed the window in her room. I took the window out about two days before she arrived, spent 6 weeks stripping and reglazing and repainting it, and just reinstalled it a week ago. There’s another good reason not to be a mommy-blog: letting my newborn sleep in a room without a window for the first six weeks of her life might not be a great reflection of my parenting skills.
But I’ll tell you about the window next time. I think my point, when I started writing this post a week ago, was something about priorities shifting. I thought that six weeks of maternity leave would be enough time to finish the nursery, but it wasn’t, and now I’m back at work (as you can clearly see in the image above). And it kinda feels like my free time is a thing of the past.
So anyway. I hope you’ll stick around, even though the posts may be slow in coming. I love writing this blog, even more than you love reading it. (I know, given the magnitude of your feelings towards my blog, it’s hard to imagine a devotion even more intense. But try.) So I’m not going to stop writing. Which means you have to come back and check in once in a while, so I don’t get lonely. I just need a little bit of time to find my balance.