Wow, I guess I'm a Mommy

I can't believe it's already almost the end of my workday on Tuesday. I was driving to pick up Audrey yesterday and as I was driving I was trying to figure out where the day went. Don't get me wrong, I was by no means complaining, my day just felt like a complete blur. The weekend kind of felt like that as well as I was getting Audrey ready for bed on Sunday night. If I had not done so much on Saturday, and then on Sunday as well, I would have thought someone had drugged me and stolen a day!I don't remember what I did on Friday after I got home from work. I do remember feeling like I couldn't believe it was already Friday though. Saturday I cleaned and cooked and cleaned and cooked some more. I made Chicken Stroganoff, made Audrey some baby food, and prepped some food to make beef stew on Sunday since I was going to a baby shower and wouldn't have time or energy to come home and cook after that. For Audrey I had cooked up some sweet potatoes and some squash and zucchini and blended each of those up, poured them into ice cube trays and stuck them in the freezer. Blueberries were next, followed by a small pot of green beans. I hope to make a bit more this weekend as she is almost out of carrots, nectarines and plums, and blueberries. She's going to be eating more meet I hope... I just can't seem to get that on the menu for her... there are not enough brain cells at the end of the day to figure out that I need to make chicken for her a day before I can actually feed it to her since I have to give her dinner shortly after we get home. So, for now, it's veggies and cereal still.

These days I find that I get home, get done what I think needs to get done, and then realize there is something else to be done... and then another thing is on my list. I watch roughly an hour of tv during the course of three hours that I'm doing different things and attempting to sit and relax. If Audrey tells me to jump, I ask how high! Yesterday I was playing with her, taking her little arms and acting like she was slapping me, punching me in the nose and chin, and each time knocking me out. Talk about some crazy laughter! My mom told me to watch out because she may realize that she likes it a little too much, I told her that if that amount of squeals and giggles means a fat lip... than I welcome a fat lip! Yup, I'm a Mommy.