Thursday, October 27, 2011

When You Can't Look at One More Pringle

I was unemployed the summer before I started graduate school. It was a weird feeling, seeing James go off to work and knowing I didn't have to follow. It wasn't as fun as you'd expect. Well, that's not totally true. Ultimately, it was fun, but also fraught with guilt about not being productive. I started keeping track of everything I did in a day, and giving it a value, 1-5, as to a level of importance. The idea was that if everything I did added up to a certain number, then I was productive.

Crazy, right? Compulsive? Neurotic? Yes. All. It didn't last long, which is good, as it indicates that I knew that that kind of compulsive behavior wasn't healthy.

I did stay pretty productive all summer. And all year for that matter. And this summer was jam packed with fun and productivity, in preparation for what I anticipated having an infant would be like.

Turns out, I was totally right. It's . . . time consuming. Is that the right word? Engrossing? Alllllllllllllllll encompassing.

My productivity standards have changed. For example, today I went to the post office, then walked up to see Shiloh. Edie was going bananas before we left, so I didn't have a chance to eat lunch, so I settled for eating 3/4 of a stack of pringles and a fig newton that I snagged from the 7-11 on the way up to Shiloh's (it was raining, and I was carrying an umbrella, which explains the absence of the fountain drink).

The moral of this story is that I'm beat. I don't think I'll be fitting anything in tomorrow, the amount I accomplished will tide me over for a couple of days.


*this photo was taken yesterday, but it works for today, as she's wearing the exact same thing. that's fine, right? I'm not being cheeky, I'm actually asking.

11 comments:

  1. It's fine. But I'm wearing the same jeans I've worn all week. I may not be the best judge on this.

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  2. I can't stop looking at her. She's beautiful. I think as long as they don't stink, you should try to get as many days out of one outfit as possible. But then again, my dryer has been broken for 7 weeks. Not that you would feel sorry for that since you don't have one at all. Anyway, go with it.

    ps. At least you got the figs in there. Good job.

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  3. Please,my two year old wore the same outfit three days in a row. I mean he didn't pee, or get food on it. Its all good. Plus its hard times. And I don't like walking to the laundromat.

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  4. It's TOTALLY fine! In fact, I pulled Finn's Halloween shirt out of the dirty clothes basket yesterday so he could wear it. I just smelled it and it didn't stink so I went with it.

    Also, I totally TOTALLY work hard on some days so that I can do nothing the next day without guilt.

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  5. That baby can wear whatever she wants because she's that cute. I'm not cute enough to get away with wearing the same outfit twice in a row.

    Also, I had a detailed personal plan for everyday when Georgia was brand brand new: Shower, eat, go for a walk. If I got all three done, I deemed it successful. I always showered, but the other two were iffy.

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  6. If it cuts down on laundry, I say to heck with new clothes every day. Just remember the 3 Ps—pee, poop and puke. If the clothes make it through a day without encountering either they are fair game for recycling.

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  7. I am currently wearing the exact same thing you saw me in yesterday. I quite possibly was wearing it the day before as well. you know me. also, the bike at the top of your blog...I know that bike. I stop and look at it every time I pass. I can't imagine not riding your bike long enough for that to happen....or for it to not get stolen before that happens. Either way, its beautiful and a little poetic.

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  8. Also, I am guilty of recycling when as many as 2 of the "3 P's" are present. I won't tell you which "P's" they were.

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  9. I love how candid you are about life. Really, it's what makes reading your blog irresistible to me. Edie is a doll and your totally winning at motherhood.

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  10. Edie needs to be the judge of this, and I think the look on her face says "Mom, are you kidding me? I wore this yesterday!"

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