1) No time to go to the gym? Colicky baby? No problem! Infants make great dumbbells. I get a great workout, and it soothes Sir-Cry-A-Lot.
2) I have little time to eat. By that I mean my arms are always preoccupied-you know, bouncing, playing airplane, spinning my kid around (see below), throwing him up in the air (safely, don’t worry)-that I just can’t remove leftovers from the fridge, heat them up, then sit down at the table to eat with a fork. Nor am I able to make myself a sandwich. My solution is the handy microwavable Campbell’s soups that I can drink from the can. Genius, those Campbell people. Genius. I’m certain whoever came up with that idea was a mom.
Creamy Tomato is my fave.
3) Spinning my kid around has confirmed my weak stomach. I can only spin him once before I feel sick.
4) There was a time when I thought I could only survive on a minimum of 8 hours of sleep at night. Clearly I was an idiot, because I can zombie-function just fine on 4.
5) No time for my usual full-out make-up routine anymore. I’ve learned I can get by on these basic make-up essentials: Primer, base, mascara, and chapstick. Trying to apply eye-liner and eyeshadow + screaming baby in the background caused me to look like a drunken Elvira. Clearly, my patience couldn’t multi-task
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