Six weeks into my maternity leave, and I don't have much to show for all my time off.
Well, except for a happy and well fed baby. Trust me, I know that is super important, but I had plans for all this time off. Big plans. Plans to get into shape. Plans to clean, really clean, the house. Plans to work on crafts and Claire's big girl room. Plans to cook amazing dinners. (Honestly, I think Darren would be happy if I cooked at all....)
Sure, I've read a few books, watched a some movies, and kept up on my DVRed shows while nursing, but a newborn sleeps. A LOT. And most days I'm lucky if a take a shower and get dressed.
Problem is, I'm lazy and a procrastinator. I need deadlines and consequences to motivate me.
Every afternoon I look around the house and realize, yet again, that another day has disappeared. I rush around, trying to get something done. A load of laundry, maybe some dishes. Often, I have just enough time to get started on a project before I have to go get Claire from daycare.
Today was no exception.
And on that note, Bridget's hungry. Just enough time to nurse and watch a show before picking up Claire.
Tomorrow will be more productive. Right??