It’s a toddler’s world and I’m just living in it.

No matter what you’re fashion sense was before having a kid, yoga pants are your friend. I didn’t get maternity yoga pants until I was in my 8th month of pregnancy. It wasn’t because I had a tiny baby bump but because I was wearing non-maternity sweatpants throughout most of my pregnancy. I tried wearing maternity pants and jeans but the ones I would try on always felt uncomfortable. When I finally got maternity yoga pants, I wanted to kick my own ass for not getting them sooner because they were so comfortable.

After I had my daughter I might have worn my maternity yoga pants for a month more like 6 months because they were so cozy. Then I stocked up on regular yoga pants. The bootcut style is the best. I’m sure it has something to do with the airflow so it makes you run faster when your 2-year-old has broken your grasp and is running full speed down the sidewalk. I think bootcut yoga pants do for your body what spoilers do for cars.

Having a baby with your husband won’t mend your relationship with your mother-in-law but it will make it worse as your child gets older. My MIL has made it quite clear that she hates the fact that I’m the little hummingbird’s mom. Not through words but definitely through her actions. Despite the fact that I’m the one with my daughter most of the time, my mother-in-law gives ALL of the credit to my husband when it comes to her being such a great little girl.

She praises my hubby for our daughter being a spunky and humorous kid with a silly side who loves books even though those are the qualities (not that I’m trying to give myself a pat on the back) she gets from me. Okay, so maybe I’m not always funny but I do try to see the humor in things. My hubby is a lot more reserved, very quiet, and doesn’t really let loose unless I drag it out of him. He’s gotten better about that since it’s pretty impossible to have a 2-year-old and not let loose and be silly.

Even so, it’s like I don’t exist in her world….until she wants to throw insults my way.

You really won’t be able to pee in peace ever again. Well, maybe if you get up in the middle of the night but even then you might not. The are times when I desperately want just a couple of minutes alone and I’ll lock the door so she can’t come in but even then she starts pounding on the door while yelling MAAAHHHHMMMEEEEE. So much for some quiet.

Being a mom can be lonely. As my daughter has gotten older and becomes more independent, I feel like I’ve lost some of my identity. I’m not resentful in any way but I can feel lonely, especially when my husband doesn’t seem to understand some of the typical feelings that go along with being a mom.

He’ll obviously never understand mommy brain for instance which is why I’m really hoping to get her into preschool a few days a week so I can back to school and take a few classes at the local college. I had planned on doing it last fall but then I got mommy guilt big time. He also doesn’t seem to get that for 12 hours a day I’m living in a 2 year old’s world while he’s at work and I’m dying for adult conversation. But when he comes home from work and we start talking, he’ll reference something he saw on Elmo’s World and that’s when I want to get out the shovel.

Toddlers are awesome at driving you crazy and can make your heart melt at the same time. I don’t know how they have this skill but I think they’re given a manual about how to do this when they’re still in the womb. When the hummingbird is battling bedtime, on one hand I’ll think to myself Holy hell, just go to sleep but at the same time she pulls at my heartstrings because she’ll be calling out for me.

If your child prefers your husband over you then enjoy it while it lasts. My daughter is such a daddy’s girl and I admit I’ve been jealous and sometimes hurt by it but she’s starting to need and want me more and more. I absolutely love it but it always seems to happen when I have to make a phone call or after she’s in bed and I can finally sit down and take a breather. She’ll only want me to come into her room and get her tucked in 50 times in a row.

Super fast showers. I’ve learned to take really fast showers but even then it’s not fast enough for the hummingbird. There are times when I sneak into my husband’s bathroom while he’s taking a shower and I’ll grab his butt through the shower curtain. Little did I know that my daughter was processing that when she was younger.

So, when I’m in the shower she’ll run into my bathroom and grab my butt or she’ll sneak in and the next thing I know, she’ll rip open the shower curtain and I feel like it’s something out of the movie Psycho. Once I’m out of the shower and trying to dry my hair, she’ll start running circles around me and I have to make sure the blow dryer cord and her neck don’t meet.

Then she’ll sit on the floor and will start poking at the tattoo I have on my ankle and she always expects me to act surprised and make my tattoo dance. There I am drying my hair while doing the blow dryer cord dance and lifting my leg up while shaking it around just so my daughter won’t get bored and I can finish getting ready.

I should weigh twenty pounds by now.

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10 Responses to It’s a toddler’s world and I’m just living in it.

  1. Corinne January 14, 2012 at 14:32 #

    Such a lovely post. Unfortunately true about most mother-in-laws. I also feel your pain in regards to 5 minutes peace and showers alone!
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  2. Melissa January 14, 2012 at 17:48 #

    I’m guessing your MIL doesn’t know you blog? Aren’t you afraid she’ll find these posts about her? I blog but I’m super wary of putting anything negative about my MIL for fear she’ll read it one day… even though I am sometimes dying to write to the world, “My MIL is driving me nuts! Please empathize, sympathize, tell me I’m not wrong for feeling this way!”

    • Elle January 19, 2012 at 10:18 #

      I don’t use my hubby’s or daughter’s real names so I’m hoping it will be harder for her to find my blog. I also know that she doesn’t really surf the web that much and doesn’t know that I have my own blog but last time they visited us, I slipped and mentioned that I’ve been writing but for other blogs. 😉

  3. Catherine January 17, 2012 at 05:35 #

    This is totally my life. Times 2. 🙂 And I REALLY REALLY don’t understand why I’m not losing weight also!
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  4. Monica DeLaCruz January 17, 2012 at 11:37 #

    you nailed it. that list is laugh out loud funny and so, so true. loved it.

  5. Marianna Annadanna January 17, 2012 at 16:37 #

    I like long showers and I like to pee alone! I insist on breaking these rules. Great post doll.
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  6. Betty January 18, 2012 at 13:12 #

    I work 40 hours a week while my 4 year old is in Pre-K- but I totally feel you. Especially the entire bathroom thing. He thinks it is HILARIOUS when I am sitting on the toilet. I like to bust in on him sitting on the john every now and then and laugh. But then he starts laughing with me and it all becomes weird.
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    • Elle January 19, 2012 at 17:48 #

      My 2 year old loves to try and push me off of the toilet when I’m using it and if that doesn’t work, she’ll try to stick her head between my legs to look into the toilet. I can’t wait to tell her first date this stuff. Or maybe I can use it in a toast at her wedding. bwahahaha. 😉

  7. Leta January 19, 2012 at 18:52 #

    Oh, man, the halcyon days of peeing in peace. From the aged 2 “Mommy? Are you done? How ’bout now?” to the aged 4 ‘wandering into the bathroom, “Um, I’m using the bathroom.” “Ok, I’ll wait.” then carefully standing toe to toe’ move, having a small child has me screaming for privacy like a teenager.
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  8. Rae January 24, 2013 at 12:01 #

    Oh how I feel you on the bathroom. The other night, my son carried his step stool in the bathroom while I was sitting on the pot. He stepped up, looked right in my eyes, and said “You poopin?” I told him “no, I’m peeing”. Then he gave me a kiss, got off his step stool, picked it up and ran away.

    How do they do it? He makes me crazy and insanely happy at the same time.
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