Newborn Life: 10

Motherhood is so thrilling. You never know what the day will bring. You could spend all week at home and never even realize you’re in the same spit up pajamas. At this point if you really need to go to the store what’s the point of even changing? Is it noticeable that I’m not wearing a bra? No one can even tell these are my pajamas right. Like they kind of just look like running errands clothes. Right? Most of my shopping is online or curbside. So now, I really can do all my shopping without having to look like a contributing member of society. Is it a shower day today? That’s what usually dictates if I go somewhere or not. We did go to the store the other day though. That was an adventure. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot I hear this grunting coming from the back. It was a 20 minute drive and somehow, man a lot can happen in 20 minutes. He had pooped and it stunk real bad. First stop, the bathroom. Once we get through that whole ordeal I’m trying to remember why I even came to the store to begin with. Oh yes, formula. Mason is having some inflammation in his back so we decided to try a more natural formula. As we’re walking around somehow it’s only been 10 minutes and he’s already fussing. An employee hears him and says “Oh, someone’s tired.” Was she talking about me? Is it that obvious?? Oh, she means the baby. “Yup….he’s tired.” We continue strolling around and I am just going through my play by play with Mason as if he has a concept of time. “We need this, and then we need this, oh shhhh it’s ok, we’re almost done.” (Not even close to being almost done) If I am at the store it always ends up being an hour. Doesn’t matter what kind of store. Grocery store, clothing store, the dollar store, an hour. Somehow between here and there he settles down. As we pass by another person, “Look at that hair. My daughter had hair like that when she was little, she’s 28 now. It was that dark and then it turned blonde and etc etc etc….” As I’m standing there uh huh, yup, I need to keep moving before he starts fussing again. We finally get all of our groceries done and now Mason is completely surrounded by stuff. I’ve got shredded cheese and everything else wedged into every corner of my cart and frozen single serve meals stacked on the top of the car seat. And oh yes, the formula. We remembered that. It’s somewhere in the cart. As I start unloading my cart I always have to double check to make sure we didn’t accidentally steal something. The way I have my cart like Tetris it would be pretty easy to just accidentally walk out with a package of strawberries on Mason’s lap. I always try to scope out the fastest check out lane, right, we all do. Typically, when I see a mom with 4 kids and a cart full of stuff I am pretty quick to hop in line behind her because well, she knows how to get it done. I mean, just look at her. This ain’t her first rodeo. And it never fails, boom, in and out. However, I don’t think people are too quick to jump in line behind me. A newborn and a cart full of stuff? Yeah, no, that mom is a complete mess. And yet another reason why most of my shopping is done online.

And for now,

Xoxo