Motherhood Doesn’t Stop At Humans

In many ways I was a mom before I was biologically a mother — the “mom” of my friend group if you will. Always having a pharmacy in my purse, snacks and extra water bottles or juice boxes on hand. The friend who was always insisting to “drive home safe” and to “text me when you get there.” To me motherhood goes beyond caring for another living thing, in the greater aspect you’re always prepared for any situation that may arise. I am a baby momma, a dog momma, a kitty momma, a tortoise momma and a plant momma. Along with a stockpile of diapers, wipes, formula, baby food, bibs, etc. I always have at least two of everything when it comes to household items. I don’t ever want to run out of anything. As I mentioned in previous posts to some I am an “over achiever” or I have “OCD” but really I like to be ready for any occasion – this includes my pets needs as well.

Lucky for me this weekend I got to play “single mom” whilst my fiance was away on business. (Also side note praise to all the women and men who do it alone, it is so much more work when you don’t have a teammate to help run the house and all who live in it!!) My friday night was going so smoothly – baby went to bed early, the weather was nice, I had some beers in the fridge so I had some book talk time with my neighbor amongst the company of our dogs. It was nice, a very relaxing much needed night after a long week of my fiance working long hours and hardly even seeing him.

I was in for the night; face routine complete, teeth brushed and flossed, hair brushed, jammies on.. I read some of the new book that my neighbor recommended. (Really good by the way, it’s a beautiful story about Motherhood from a new perspective, don’t worry I’ll be posting something about it when I’m finished!) I decided to let my dog out just one more time before turning out the lights. UGH BIG MISTAKE MOMMY. The split second I had slid the backdoor open I saw it, the big busy white skunk tail and BOOM my dog was halfway down the yard chasing Pepe Leplu. CRAP MISS MINNIE NOT AGAIN!! I learned from my mistakes last year to always have skunk spraying materials on hand for when the awful incident unexpectedly happens, because that’s how it always happens, as a surprise! Last February when my Chihuahua was sprayed close to midnight I had to send my poor fiance out to a 24 hour grocery store to by some tomato juice and vinegar. Never again would I catch myself unprepared, or so I thought.

When Minnie got sprayed by a skunk last year she had her doggy jacket on so she wasn’t skunked too bad. But this time it was from nose to tail, soaked in an oily coat of skunk juice. And of course she ran quickly by my feet and into the garage and then into the house! UGH MINNIE. Legit skunking up the place. Thank god I had stocked up on tomato juice and vinegar. Although when the entire body of your dog gets sprayed… liquid ketchup and easter egg dye just don’t cut the stench. Thank goodness my neighbor had Natures Miracle Skunk Odor Remover. You guys this is LIQUID GOLD. So of course after my fiasco of giving the dog two baths, trying to deodorize my house, re-preparing for bed and settling in…you bet your booty that I ordered that stuff on Amazon. Now I can confidently say I am truly prepared for anything that can happen at our house. Love finding out about new(er) products that are an amazing life hack and better my families lives. I’m hoping all of your summertime adventures are fun and skunk free but be sure to have on hand the Skunk Odor Remover, tomato juice and vinegar. A skunk free home is a happy home.

 

People Might Guess I’m A Mom Because __

Mean Girls is one of the prime quotable movies. Am I right? It has an entirely new meaning now though that I can quote the infamous Mrs. George, “I’m not like a regular mom I’m a cool mom.” But hey I am a cool mom! If anything having my Maxly has only made me cooler. Despite reciting Regina’s mom from time to time and aside from the ‘Baby Muggle on Board‘ sticker on my SUV or the glimpse through my tinted windows of the baby car shades – there are a handful of ways to tell that I’m a mommy whether I want you to or not. I don’t try to flaunt the fact that I have a daughter, she just happens to be one of my most proudest creations so it’s inevitable. Those who know me obviously know that, but if you don’t know me, people might guess I’m a mom because —

I’m starting to mix up my baby and my dog’s name. We’ve got a case here of Maxly versus Minnie. Obviously I know who is who but the M’s are making my brain into mush. It’s like I’m sometimes saying their names for the first time, that my friends is mommy brain, or at least I’m going to continue to tell myself that. I’ll be in the backyard calling for my chihuahua Minnie and out comes “Maxlyyyyyyyyyyy.” My neighbors must think I’ve gone bonkers. Or that my four month old is running around the backyard in the rain.

My purse is a pharmacy. Which now doubles as a diaper bag or vice versa. Before I was a mom, before I was even pregnant I was always the mom in the friend group. Anyone had an ache, a pain, needed a tissue or band-aid I was there (wo)man. I still have a drugstore in my bag, and posses anything anyone may need but you’ll see me pull out baby supplies before I can get to my bottle of Excedrin to cure your headache. Travel size baby powder, poop bags, baby wipes, baby oil… the list is endless. But I like to be prepared.

I post at least one picture of a baby who is a spitting image of me daily. Most of my social media accounts are flooded with images of my baby girl but especially my Instagram. Sorry not sorry. If people can’t get on board with my baby pictures spam, they’re probably a monster and I don’t need that negativity in my life, real or virtual.

I no longer put myself first. Nowadays I don’t really do things on my own accord. Sleeping, eating, going to the bathroom, kicking my feet back, watching my T.V. shows… the baby rules the roost in this house. I get it now why Mama Bear’s porridge was cold.

I start my sentences with “This morning on Sesame Street“…… Yep. This is my life now.

I’m not afraid to age. When I was younger I shivered at the thought of getting older, it’s scary stuff. So much responsibility. Adulating is hard. Adulating is tiring. But now being a mom aging is something I’m looking forward to in a way. Yes I’m getting older, my appearances will shift but as the years go on I am excited for the adventures of our family with our baby girl. It really is an entire new chapter of my life. Plus my mom is killing the game with this “getting older” thing. She’s 45 and a MILF, yep I said it. And if I didn’t one of my many guy friends would have said it first.. they always do. And if I do ever start to get down on myself about my age I’ll say what my mom always said as I was growing up and especially now that she’s a grandma, “the kids get older but we just stay the same age.”

I have a baby attached to me when I go out in public. Whether it’s in her baby carrier or her stroller, she’s typically my partner in crime. And I don’t mind. Someone to talk to and it’s no hassle loading and unloading her. I have a lightweight carseat/stroller combo, so taking it and setting it up from in and out of my hatchback SUV takes 30 seconds if that. In the beginning I struggled so much clicking it up from the fold down position. But since I essentially take her everywhere with me, I’m a pro. I’m mastering these mommy things!

I have no shame in any or all of these things that pin point me as a mom. Calling my mom is the most endearing terms, especially if it’s not a regular mom but a cool mom.