I've been trying to spend more of my weekends at home. I hate it when you have a weekend that is so jam-packed full of things that at 9:30 on Sunday night you're trying to make lunches for the next day, do laundry, put a load of dishes in the dishwasher, and take a shower because you haven't showered all weekend and you don't want your freshly-laundered sheets to get dirty.
When I was on maternity leave, weekends didn't matter. One day blended into the next with tranquility and peace, stress-free, only to be occasionally punctuated by stress brought on by a crying baby. I can only imagine it's what retirement is like (minus the crying baby and the fear in the back of your mind that you have to someday return to work). Maternity leave became a problem for me, however, when I began shopping.
All the money that the Husband and I saved when I was pregnant? Yeah it got spent. By me. On crap. See here was the problem - when Busy was tiny, she had feeding issues. When we were at home, she would cry. And cry. And eat. And eat again every 30 minutes because the nonfat milk I produced wasn't keeping her satisfied for very long. When we went somewhere, she slept. She was peaceful. She'd eat, and then she'd fall asleep in her car seat again. It was a beautiful thing.
Really though, the shopping started the month that I was off before she was born. Every day, I'd go shopping. Usually, it was to return items from baby showers that I'd gotten duplicates of, or that I'd decided I didn't want. (Returning things from a registry is awesome - seriously, I want to create registries more often. Just for me. Just so I can return.) This was okay at first, because I was shopping, but I was also returning.
|My little shopper|
When I went back to work, we'd go out on the weekends. Busy is such a good little shopper. She minds her manners in her stroller or the cart, she helps me make decisions by pointing to the item I should get (when I'm deciding between two of something), and she is so social that she loves people and always seems to be on her best behavior for strangers.
|Hangin' at Home Deeps|
|Who wouldn't want to hang out with this face?|