Break out the Resuscitation Paddles, It’s time to Find the “Sexy You” underneath all those Mom Titles You’ve Collected! Chauffeur, maid, cook and laundry lady . . .
When I first found out I was having a baby, after being married for 6 years, I had no idea just how drastic my life was about to change. I was use to business meetings and heels, coming home and cooking a fancy dinner with a glass of wine, and discussing my day without interruption.
After fighting rush hour traffic on Friday night, we would decide, last minute, to head out of town for a little getaway. I look back now and think “we had nothing to get away from.” Life was EASY!
Now, things are a little different. We come home from work and jump into chaotic mode. With 4 kids between 8 and almost 1, someone is talking, crying, singing, pooping, has a boo boo, is hungry or needs a hug.
They ALL want attention immediately, especially if you sneak off to the bathroom for a quick shower or pick up the phone to call someone. They have radar sensors that pick up – – “What is a “Really Bad time for You.” Hey, The bathroom door closed, it must mean “BANG ON IT!”
Multi Tasking is constant. No wonder we can’t think of a certain word most of the time. We’re always in defense mode: Within 30 seconds, I’ve told the 3 year old to quit riding the dog’s back, the other, “quit licking the walls, one just fell out of a tree and the phone is ringing.
I had no idea what true multi tasking was, until I had kids. And I was in PR for goodness sakes. I truly think that if moms were in charge of the war, we could have conquered the enemy with baby screams and doo doo diapers. The high pitched, ongoing sound of an infant screaming, and the hideous smells of poop alone, could make anyone surrender.
And if you decide to go on vacation, it’s a full-on strategic military move to arrange for babysitters, make a list of what if’s: medicines, insurance cards, emergency numbers, how to get Millie to the bus stop, and Charlie to soccer.
Pull out the paddles, it’s time to Resuscitate!
Girls, it’s time to dust off those heels, pull out that cute little dress. Yeah, you know the one. You may have to wear Spanx this time around but go for it. Put on that bright red lip stick, your favorite perfume and go hang out with your girlfriends, have a night on the town, where everyone is talking and laughing at the same time. Those “Laugh until you pee in your pants” moments, where only your girls can “fit the bill.” It’s good for the soul.
Embrace the YOU, not the titles you’ve collected along the way. Break out the paddles and resuscitate the young, fun girl that you know you are. You have One Life; Go Girls, get Out there and Enjoy it!