Dance Party USA

When days, months, minutes, and motherhood start to get stressful or overwhelming, there are certain things that people to to revamp and refresh.  Maybe a massage?  A glass of wine?  Exercise?  Read a book?  I am a fan of all of these things but sometimes, I prefer to do something a little different and "crazy" to clear my mind. 

Before I continue, I need to define "crazy" in my terms.  I tend to call things, people, and events crazy all of the time.  It is the main adjective I use when describing my family and myself.  We're all fucking crazy.  But I mean this in the best way.  We're obnoxious, loud, outspoken, opinioned people who love a strong cocktail and a great time.  So, if I describe someone (or myself) a crazy bitch, it's a borderline compliment. 

Anyway...I love fun.  I love to sing, celebrate, laugh, do different things, and have a great time.  Motherhood has changed me but not drastically.  During my pregnancy, I was constantly committing myself to remain the fun, outgoing person I am and I feel like I've done a pretty good job at keeping up the role.  Brody has learned to adjust to a life of crazy and has become his own little perfect shade of crazy.  This kid doesn't stop moving and is constantly laughing, getting into trouble, and crawling/running in circles around the house.  Yes, I know that all kids are active but my kid is SUPER active.  Trust me, I've done the research.  This being the case, he thinks it's an insane good time to blast music and have dance parties.  I'm not making this up.  He loves music (especially the liking of my boo Britney Spears, Keisha, some serious 80's jams, and a few hard core rap remixes).  When we get home from work/the babysitters, we usually go buck wild for about a half hour, tearing through toys, jumping around the house, and crawling around the floor. 

Well, the other day he was just not feeling any of his toys.  He threw the fire truck.  Threw the baseball bat.  Threw the books.  Threw EVERYTHING in my house.  So...I sat him down, blasted Britney, and started seriously jumping and dancing around him in circles.  I was singing, swinging my long ponytail in his face, and shaking every part of this "semi back in shape" body.  I'm sure he felt as mesmerized as I did when I was at the actual Britney concert because he didn't make a peep for 30 minutes as he sat, stared, and smiled.  As the cardio continued, I put him on my shoulders so he could join in on the fun.  It was seriously like Christmas for this kid.  He couldn't stop smiling and laughing.  When my husband did the sneak attack in the front door and stood there watching this ridiculous scene for about 5 minutes before I caught him, his exact words were "What's wrong with you?"  I couldn't breathe well enough to respond.

Later that evening, I was sitting outside with a few neighbors, enjoying a nice glass of wine when my next door neighbor asked "Were you working out in your basement earlier?  I heard the techno/dance music blasting."  For a minute I thought, maybe I'll lie to make myself sound a little more normal but decided that honesty was the best way to handle this.  "Oh no, that was just me and Brody having a serious dance party.  He loves Britney and Keisha."

If you don't feel a little less crazy after reading about my craziness, I can't help you.




Happy Monday!

A Day in the Life

It is very hard for me to admit when I am not doing something well.  I strive to be a perfectionist and have am very OCD about a lot of things.  My husband "jokes" that I don't know how to relax but in reality, he is correct.  When I am sitting on the couch, I am thinking about other things I could be doing (dishes, laundry, exercising, reading, etc).  Life in itself is pretty busy for me these days but this crazy quality makes it even worse.  As I said in my last post, I am becoming HORRIBLE at keeping up with this blog and am contemplating whether or not it is something I am going to continue.  I truly do love writing and sharing but I don't want it to be something I have to do, but something I want to do.  So, in the effort to make somewhat of an excuse for my lowsy blogging updates lately, here is a quick outline of my daily life.  Once you see this, you will see that I am not just a crazy person, I am actually very busy these days.

5:40am:  Alarm goes off
5:55am:  Out the door to run 4-6 miles and sometimes a track interval workout
7:10am:  Home just in time for the husband to gulp down a bowl of cereal before he heads off to work
7:15-8:15am:  Get myself showered, dressed, make up face, fed, son dressed, fed, diaper changed
8:15-9:30am:  Babysitter drop off and then commute an hour to our nation's capital for work.  This hour usually includes conference calls, catch up calls with clients and co-workers, or serious jam sessions
9:30am-4:30pm: visit clients, attend meetings, lunches, cold call, put through orders, pretty much talk on the phone or work on the blackberry and laptop all day
4:30-5:30pm: Babysitter pickup and commute home
6:00pm-8:00pm - Dinner time, play time, bath time, Brody bed time
8:00pm-10:00pm - some nights I have another hour or so of work to do on the computer.  Then it's time to prep the diaper bag, pack lunches, chug a glass of wine, possibly get some QT in with the hubby, and then I'm off to bed.

I just got exhausted writing that.  Of course, every day is not exactly the same but you get the idea.  To add fuel to fire, we have been out of town nearly every other weekend attending weddings of friends.  My poor son has been all over the place (thank god he won't remember how many weekends we had to leave him during his first 12 months!).  I am constantly talking about needing "me" time but am slowing starting to realize that this so called "me" time is not something that most moms get on a regular basis.  So...when you pull up my blog and see that I am MAYBE writing once a week, I consider that an accomplishment!  I have seriously thought about soliciting my friends to help make over my blog and remind me to write.  I know that my life is not very different from every mom out there, I am just having a hard time making time for everything, including my little blog that is in desperate need for some TLC.

In about two weeks, my little family is off to the beach and I absolutley cannot wait.  This mommy needs some serious sun, sand, and alcohol.

Bad Blogger

Ok people...I think it's do or die time for this sassy, working mom.  First of all, I would like to say that I am a really sore loser.  I like being right, good at everything, and am one stubborn, Irish lady.  This being the case, the fact that I am becoming a horrible blogger does not make me happy.  I need to either step my game up or accept the fact that it's pretty hard to be a wife, mom, house keeper, account manager, grocery shopper, partier, and exerciser.  I mean seriously, can I really add good blogger to that list?  I absolutely love to write and share the reality in which I live so I hope I can make a commitment to sip my wine by the computer at night while I blog away.

This is my personal pep talk.  I need to give these to myself every so often when I feel like a part of my life is slaking.  Right now, the exercising, working, mom and wife part are my top priorities (not in that order!) but I want to make sharring my life one too.  I just hope that by reading my craziness and listening to my blunt words, you all find some entertainment.  Stay tuned...hopefully more to come!

Happy Weekend!

Happy July 4th weekend!  I am starting my weekend off with a delicious orange crush. 

I hope yours is full of fun and cocktails!