May 11, 2017

messy bun & getting stuff done

How UNBELIEVABLY cute and accurate is this shirt?!
It's from So Modish Boutique and it's amaaaazing. It's honestly so soft I was amazed. They don't just have graphic tees though. They have the cutest leggings, accessories, and shirts ever honestly, ANNNDD if you use the coupon code 'Lauryn15' at checkout you can get 15% off your entire purchase, and they have Free Shipping in the US. So, run, don't walk over there.

Aaaanyway, Jaxon is officially two months old on Sunday and I can't even believe it. Half of me is stoked because it means he's starting to learn so many new things and he's growing up so much! He's sleeping better [well, sorta], he's so much more fun to talk to and interact with, he's smiling, he's making cute sounds that I'm going to continue to pretend are laughs until he actually does start laughing, he's learning to put himself to sleep, and he's just incredible. On the other hand I'm low-key so pissed off that my little baby boy is growing up. I mean, he's supposed to stay little and depend on me forever, and I'm just not ready for him to start becoming his own man. Honestly every single time he does something new I cry a little bit because of all of the mixed emotions that I feel about it.

But I also CANNNOOOTTTTT believe that I'm two months postpartum honestly. Somewhat disappointed that my body didn't snap right back and that I still have a little tubby little tummy. I'm upset the stretch marks I have haven't faded yet. I'm upset my hips are little wider. I'm upset about how messy my house gets literally 20 minutes after I finally clean everything.

To be fair, I most def have unrealistic expectations. I mean, I grew an 8lb person inside of me for 9 months and pushed him out of a sensitive area and therefore there is NOOOO realistic way that my body is just going to snap back from that. Two months postpartum is nooooothing.

I am getting the hang of everything a little bit more though.

I rely heavily on Dr. Pepper and going to Sodalicious or Swig to get dirty sodas because oh my gooooooosh they're so good. And they're sugar cookies? Laced with cocaine....? They very well might be, they're that good. I think I could honestly live off of dirty Dr. Pepper and frosted sugar cookies, but that probably won't help the whole 'my stomach isn't getting smaller' situation.

Aside from caffeine I put makeup on top of makeup because if I can lay down and fall asleep with Jax at nighttime there is NO WAY I'm getting up just to wash my face. So, the next morning I either just let the makeup fade like a disgusting human being, or if we need to go somewhere I just reapply eyeliner onto the faded one from the day before... and sometimes 3 days before, but whatever.

I go about 5 days without washing my hair, so I also rely heavily on dry shampoo to look even SOMEWHAT decent. My hair in this picture up there ^^^^^ day 5 without washing. I shower, relax, but it's like a 3 minute shower in between all of the things I have to do.

The other day I actually did laundry but had no time to fold it, so my poor husband is going to have A LOT of wrinkly shirts.

I still do my Etsy business every so often, but in between Jaxon crying and the fact that if I don't do the dishes I honestly believe that my head will explode from being so disgusted- I hardly have time to reply to texts from my mom or Kelly, let alone people wanting me to help them with their blog.

You know what the most satisfying feeling in the WOOORLD is though? Having stuff get done. Every so often (probably like 4 or 5 times since he's been born) I'll be sitting in my glider with Jaxon asleep in my arms, or taking a bottle, regardless- he's calm. He's calm and the dishes are done, the laundry is folded and put away, the living room is clean, the bed is made, he's changed and bathed, I remembered the ointment for his eczema, and I may have actually showered that day.

Sooooometimes I throw my hair up in a messy bun and get to work and actually get stuff done.

Just look at this little face though.
I can hardly stand it.

(We had JUST buckled him in- I normally have the buckle higher on his chest, I promise).

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