I always wonder what other peoples days are really like. Do they know some great secret to make the day go smoothly that I don't know about? Are they super productive? Do they eat a hot breakfast and go to the bathroom alone? Also, I'm kinda nosey so I want to know.
If you happened to be wondering what my morning was like, I'll tell ya. Here is a glimpse of a morning at the house of half eaten snacks, forgotten cups of coffee and breakfast at 10:30 even though I've been up since 7.
The good news is I got my hair done last night which is one of my favorite pastimes. Waking up with a good shade of hair was part of my morning that I felt good about. I don't have a great before and after picture so you'll have to make do with what I got. Chris, who is one of those naturally good at everything people which is both attractive and super annoying, SUCKS at taking pictures. My hair guru Ashley McCarty is a genius with hair and is a horrible photographer. I'm equally terrible which leaves you all looking at very bad pictures. Sorry about that.
Terrible lighting and check out that frizz!
Mo' better. Thanks to Ashley McCarty (color) and Rowan (cut) at Van Michael Salon in Buckhead.
Camryn started the morning off at 7 am which is not cute at all, however, Camy in her most favorite Elmo 'jammers and socks is super cute. I pulled her in bed with me so I could be properly beaten into consiousness.
People always say that you'll never sleep again after you have kids. That's not true. You will sleep again. Not for a few months but sleep does come. All the things that you think you'll never do again, you will do, except one that you probably haven't thought of. You never poop alone again and THAT my friends is a fact. My private time is Camryn's favorite time to bring me a snack to eat or to be supportive by flushing the toilet mid-event for me saying, "All done, Mommy. Get up." - not done, but thanks to you and the flush I will be wrapping things up, eating the banana you so kindly brought me and counting down the hours until nap time. Thanks, Cam!
"MOOOOMMMMYYYY!! WHAT YOU DOOOOIIINNGGG???"
This has become a morning ritual - Camy playing in socks and crocs in the water on the deck. Washing the deck with an old sponge and cold water is her way of waking up and I'm not going to stop her.
Child Labor at 7:30am.
We are potty training. Well, Camy is. I want no part of it. I'll spare you pictures. Maybe. Probably not.
I know everyone is all for potty training and being done with diapers but I don't want to take a tour of every public restroom in the state of Georgia. I have no problem changing diapers AND Atlanta has horrible traffic and I don't want any part of being stuck in it and Camy peeing/pooping her SPOT CLEAN ONLY car seat. Who in their right mind makes a car seat cover that doesn't come off? (Chicco if you're wondering.) Better question, who BUYS a car seat with a cover that doesn't come off? Rookie mistake. Add it to the list.
10:30 rolls around and I'm going to finally eat those spinach eggs I made somewhere between 7:30 and now and reheat this cup of coffee for the 3rd time. Speaking of, I'm new to the coffee game. I bought this fabulous sounding coffee infused with coconut and vanilla and it tastes like absolute sewage. Any delicious creamy coffee recommendations are welcomed.
And now the little wild cat known as Camryn has finally pooped in the potty and I must reward her with the chocolate that I finally broke down and promised her. I told myself I wouldn't use bribery with potty training because I'm better than that. I'm not. I lasted almost an entire hour. Little wins.
And that my friends is a pretty standard morning. So what am I missing? Got any great big secrets for me because I wanna hear 'em.