“Get your toes off of my nipple.”
The weirdest phrase that has ever come out of my mouth… and I have motherhood to thank for it.
Over the weekend Penelope and I have been left completely alone. Bridget was out of town for a Girl Scout event and Brent was at work. This left Penelope and I to our own devices. Which included some much needed bonding since I’ve been working full time.
We snuggled and watched “tarcoons”. We painted pictures and made homemade macaroni and cheese…
We played at the park.
We fed the ducks.
And we made eggnog play dough…
(Here is a link to the Holiday-Scented Play Dough Recipes I used.)
Then things got weird.
Every where I turned her hazel eyes were trained on me.
When I peed- “What you doing?”
When I showered- “Oh I like your boobies!”
Then things started to escalate… at one point I was sucking on a peppermint when she asked, “What you eating? Can I see?”
I opened my mouth to show it to her which provided her the perfect opportunity to shove her chubby little fingers into my mouth where she retrieved the candy and popped it into her own mouth.
Then that strange moment when lines were crossed.
She insisted I get out of the shower to change her diaper because she was poopie. I was dripping wet and my towel slipped out of its tuck and roll position as I leaned over her to clean her up. The creepy toes that managed to make their way to my breast. Then the clinching of the toes and the pinching of the nipple.
That crossed the line. Even moms have boundaries…
“Get your toes off of my nipple!”
“Ohhh, dat your nipple?”
“Yes, don’t touch it.”
“Ohhh, I like your nipple.”
(Nobody told me motherhood would be this weird.)
It’s now nap time and I’m finally able to sit alone and sip on a nice warm cup of Earl Grey while I make preparations for the week ahead. The previous week was spent working late grading 7th grade personal narratives, photo bombing 7th grade selfies and solving 7th grade riddles left under my classroom door.
By the time I made my way home in the evenings the sun was sinking behind the mountains.
The lack of sunshine has sent me into hibernation mode. This is the time of year when the most primitive part of my brain says, “You must eat cookies… you need to put your stretchy pants on… don’t move or you’ll burn what needs to be stored for winter.”
This lack of sunshine has led me to the conclusion that I’m just going to have to use that window of time that I have between classes (from 10:00 to 11:30) when I don’t technically get paid to get out and get some fresh air. This is hard for me because I typically use this time to grade papers, plan lessons, answer emails and make copies.
But after reading The Power of Habit, I have learned that habits can form in the blink of an eye. If you don’t create them intentionally they will manifest themselves without your permission. So that’s what I need to do… create a new habit before my old winter habits creep back in.
I’ve done this in several other aspects of my life. My job is less stressful because I wake up at five in the morning and show up an hour ahead of time. It doesn’t feel like more work because it has just become the norm. The house work isn’t has hard
because my husband does it for me because I make a habit of getting it done as quickly as possible. Getting ready in the morning hardly takes any time because I have my routine. Making dinner when I get home isn’t stressful because I just automatically do it. All of these things have made me very efficient.
Making new habits is a step by step process but now the time has come to use this momentum and harness it in my weight loss efforts.
Since this was a sink or swim type of week I didn’t make any conscious effort to lose weight. That being said, I also didn’t go out of my way to buy a “I’m stressed sugar filled latte” or a “feel sorry for me because I work hard hamburger”. I just ate what was planned for dinner and if that dinner didn’t suck I took the left overs for lunch.
It’s a slow, painful process but I’ve noticed that since I’ve started writing this blog I’ve become pickier about what I eat. If I’m going to eat something fattening I make it from scratch because processed stuff gives me the willies.
Since I’ve trained myself to eat cleaner I always think twice before buying that junk. That’s not to say I don’t give in sometimes, but it weighs heavier on my conscience now. This helps when you are an emotional eater because some of the old “feel good” foods don’t feel so good any more.
So now, instead of drinking eggnog as soon as it finds its way into the dairy section of the grocery store, I make a batch of eggnog play dough. You get the same feel good scent without getting fat because it tastes gross…
Don’t ask me how I know that. It just does.
If I want something sweet I have to take the time to make it.
If I want a decadent dinner I have to make that too.
A lot of the time all of that effort will deter me from giving in to my guiltiest cravings. And if it doesn’t it tastes damn good because I put a lot of effort into it 🙂
3 thoughts on “Get Your Toes Off Of My Nipple”
The getting dark at 4:45 nonsense SLAYS me. UGH! I have two boys and they need to burn of energy! So instead our basement has become a jungle gym/race track/football training facility. 😐
And Graham tried to wear my bra as a hat the other day – he didn’t know what to do with the other cup though. He just kept saying, “I like two hats, mama!”
OHHHHH my goodness. I really needed a laugh today and you gave it to me! I literally LOL’d at this one. 😉
Love it Nina…if I need a good laugh or a feel sorry for myself moment I can always count on you and feel better. 🙂