I hate the gym. I avoid fitness classes like my life depends on it and in recent years have come to the (sad) conclusion that distance running is destroying my knees. I was pretty active during my pregnancy, but when my son was about 6 months old I seemed to crawl out of the black hole of new-motherhood only to realize that I looked about as shitty as I felt... just in time for summer! What luck! Here's how I changed that:
Ah, newborns. Those squishy, adorable, cuddly little pieces of magic. Before having a newborn, I couldn't have imagined the love, the poop or the lack of sleep that I inevitably came face to face with. In those early days of trial and error, I quickly developed my own set of necessities. The things that made my life just a little bit easier and helped me keep my sanity slightly more intact. I know everyone has their own list, but here is mine. I hope you find it helpful!
Just before my son turned three months old, I got two blissful nights of uninterrupted sleep. I distinctly remember this for two reasons: (1) I woke up with throbbing rocks for boobs, and (2) I didn't get another stretch of sleep longer than three hours for MONTHS.
Yep. I had a non-sleeper on my hands and I was a mess. The lack of sleep impacted everything in my life. I could barely keep my eyes open at work, developed mild postpartum depression, found doing things like cleaning my house and working out nearly impossible and felt super distant from my husband, family and friends.
Every evening I would countdown to bedtime like a convict going to the gallows. I dreaded it. I dreaded everything about it. Bedtime was when my amazing, happy, loving little baby turned into a clingy, hysterical, monster hell-bent on avoiding sleep at all costs. It was awful.
Hi! I'm Erin.
I'm a working mama, wife, writer and owner of a little red house. I'm trying to sort through the noise and live a life that is genuine, happy and grounded in simplicity.