Monday, December 12, 2011

A Cellulite Smacker of a Day

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You know those days when you just throw your (manicured) hands in the air in admitted parental defeat and admit that life just isn't going quite the way you thought it would today? Darlings, I confess I've been a bit overwhelmed with a few of those lately. It's been a real cellulite smacker, as one of my besties recently, perfectly coined the phrase.

Said Anonymous Friend, also a Smug Mummy to a beautiful, boisterous toddler boy, was doing the over-the-shoulder move in the mirror while getting dressed one morning- ladies, you know the one where you sneakily take an ASSessment of what's going on back there in the privacy of a dressing room or similar? The AF is a teeny-tiny knockout by anyone's standards; nevertheless she was lamenting the altered state of her (formerly taut, gym-toned) landscape. She patted an evaluation chunk of thigh or two that had recently taken up residence there, sighed, then resumed dressing, only to be interrupted by her darling cherub . . . who ran up and started smacking her cellulite, cackling with glee as he watched the ripples.

The point is, there are days when these little guys are not only running our lives, they're dancing on the graves on our old ones. We wouldn't trade it for anything, of course, but I thought only sorority rushes of legend involved highlighting one's cellulite - do we have to bring hazing to the playground set as well?

In all seriousness, Master P is just in a challenging phase right now; though he has yet to take aim at my padded post-child thighs, he's run me ragged lately with his ever-changing, ever-shorter nap schedule. My formerly independent little guy now wants Mama around whenever he's awake; granted, I'm happy to do just that - it is my job, in fact - but gone are the days when I could leisurely sip my coffee & catch up on the Twitter news for a morning minute while Master P played nearby, for example. He can and will destroy a formerly tidy room if left alone in it for two minutes. The Mystery Sniffles are back again OMG #whinewhineCOMPLAINwhine.

And yet. Yet. This too shall pass. And when I'm feeling most at my wit's end, he'll go and do something like this:

Note the facial noodles: at least one of us enjoys my cooking.
I'm blessed far beyond what I deserve. We'll get through this. If only my newfound cellulite wouldn't . . .

8 comments:

undomestic chica said...

Too cute! It's funny how just when you think you've had enough, you realize you have so much more to give, isn't it?

Lisa @ Trapped In North Jersey said...

thanks for the mention!

Sarah @ Bend it Like Becker said...

Oy vey... Hang in there Mama!! : )

And thanks for the shout out, you are too sweet!

Lisa @ Trapped In North Jersey said...

also, my child once stood in front a Botero print I had just hung in our foyer, pondered it for a moment, then pointed at the picture and said "mama!" Since the print was of the naked back view of a rather zaftig woman with less than attractive hair, I was not amused.

ms. mindless said...

He is such a cutie. Right now, we are struggling with the decision about when to start trying for a baby. Some days, I feel totally ready; and then others, I get freaked out about not having a moment to myself and start thinking that I might be too selfish to have children...these grown u decisions are so tricky.

[darci @ the good life] said...

NO....please, no...don't tell me that these days will be changing soon... when I can no longer enjoy a cup of coffee and read a few blogs while he hangs out and "talks" to me in his exersaucer.

And I don't even like reading / hearing / thinking about the word cellulite. My poor thighs. But that REALLY cracks me up....your poor friend. Total defeat in that moment I'm sure....well, that or just shear laughter??

Your little man sure is handsome and you are right - THIS TOO SHALL PASS. And as cheesy as it sounds, you know that looking back, you'll miss all of it in one way or another. :) :)

Hope you're having a good week!

Perfectly Imperfect said...

in a few months, he'll be back to that independent play and you might miss the cuddling. just hang in there :) E currently doesn't ever want to be held and it's sad.

sigh..

Amy @ Forever 29 said...

Wait for when AH gives you a pat on the rear to remind you that you are a hot momma and then Master P kindly mimics...that's an awesome moment in which you realize he's watching EVERYTHING!

These sweet kiddos are always changing things up...life is certainly more interesting with them around. Don't you always find yourself wondering what you ever did with ALLLLLL that free time you had?

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