Wearing most
jewelry. I only get to wear jewelry when I am at work, or without Cooper
because he just yanks on everything. Most of the time it’s a pain to remember
to take it off as soon as I pick him up, so I end up not wearing any at all. Necklaces,
he pulls. Rings – Bracelets - Watches, they scratch him. Earrings, why bother
at that point?
Wearing your
hair down. Ugh! I never liked wearing my hair up. Only if I was working on
something and needed it out of the way. Now, I don’t really have the option. If
I wear it down, Cooper WILL pull it and rip it right off my head. I totally
understand why the “mom haircut” is a thing now.
Using pretty
handbags. Having a diaper bags stinks. We opted to use a backpack, because I
just couldn’t see making Tim carry around a pretty diaper bag that looked like
a purse. And honestly, the backpack is super functional. However, I’ve always
been a handbag junkie. I REALLY miss using a cute back. I’ve tried carrying cross-body handbag, but between my work tote and Cooper’s backpack, carrying
another purse just feels too bulky.
Impractical
Footwear. Shoes are also a vice of mine. Before pregnancy, I loved throwing on
a cute pair of wedges even just to go to a dive bar. I just felt so much more
confident in them since I’m super petite and usually feel like a child at a
bar. Now, my pretty shoes stay in my desk drawer at work, reserved only for
work or weddings. If I ever tried to wear heels coming down my front steps
holding a baby carrier, I’d break my ankles.
Using the
ladies room without an audience. Since I’m usually home alone most of the night
and weekends, finding a quiet moment to go use the bathroom is RARE. Usually I
have to bring Cooper into the bathroom, and then our two cats follow right
behind him. One stares at me on the sink counter, the other on the ledge of the
bath tub. That’s three sets of eyes staring while you do your business. Yay for
me…
Eating dinner
at a reasonable hour. I usually don’t even get to start cooking dinner until
about 8pm. There is just honestly no time. I get home by 6:30pm, Cooper has
dinner, a bath and he’s ready for bed. That’s it. And then when it’s time to
finally sit down to eat something around 8:30-9, my son’s spidey-senses go off
and he wakes up…because that’s what babies do when Mom is ready to eat. I swear
he smells the food and just instantly wakes.
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