My first post

Today I decided that I was going to start a blog about my new life-life as a mother.  My daughter is a little over 4 months old now, and after seeing so many people go through this change of motherhood, I find myself not even a little prepared.  I find myself staying at home-leaving my job that I have known for over 11 years and in my new role of mommy.

Previously I worked in technology, fueled by the disasters, puzzles and complexity of real time situations.  Ironically, motherhood fits very nicely into that category only with the added bonus of doing it for someone that you love.  When we (my husband and I) decided that I would stay at home and take care of our little one-I must admit that I had visions of the 1950's housewife in my head.  Every morning starting fresh with hair done, a dress and an apron on, with my string of pearls that I got from my mother.  The morning would start off with me waking before everyone else, having breakfast made for my husband before he leaves for the day, dinner prepared each night with a menu that was ever changing, long walks with the dog and child in tote and being a ray of sunshine from the joy of motherhood.

Well, one can dream.

Today started out with my husband waking me after he had already gotten up with Baby Bella an hour before he woke me, and he is walking out the door.  I quickly grab a cup of coffee (courtesy of my husband) and rub my eyes trying to wake up as our baby is staring at me from her jungle play gym with a great big grin on her face.  My feelings of being upset for not waking up earlier and our routine disruption from my late wake-up along with the millions of things that I want to get done today, instantly vanished at that little grin of hers.  No matter how many times she smiles at me, it never gets old and always warms my heart.

So the day begins, grab the clothes out of the dryer, put a new load of cloths in the wash, pick up the living room, clean the floors, and tend to whatever house needs to be cleaned in the house-while stopping in between everything so that Baby Bella gets another bottle, diaper changes and play time in between.  By the time it is all said and done-my 7:30 wake-up flew past and it is 10 a.m.  She goes down for a quick little nap of about a half hour and I literally run to get some sewing done.  Yes, I do sew and want to start my own clothing line-but lack the funds to do it right now.  So instead I have projects, a dress for me-a couple of dresses for Baby Bella, some items that I want to sell.  I sew while she is sleeping and then it is back to bottle, diaper change and then play time.  I tried to feed her Rice Cereal-per the doctor but that has been an ordeal all unto itself.  She just doesn't want it.  I don't blame her actually-it doesn't look like something I would voluntarily eat.

Now it is almost 3 in the afternoon and we have done massive amounts of tummy time, bounce-a-bout play time, play gym time, sitting time and she is fighting taking her long nap.  So she is now in her crib slumbering away, and I am looking at the house because it seems impossible that it could be such a mess right now.  I swear I clean every morning, afternoon and evening.  My sewing progress?  1 baby burp cloth is done.  I really don't know where the time goes, and hubby should be home in a little while..so now I find myself trying to figure out...pick up the house which needs to be done AGAIN, or go back and sew for a little "me" time.  Cleaning the house again wins and I know I am borrowed time for her nap.

Tomorrow I must promise myself that I will do my hair, make-up and at least look somewhat presentable.