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Momma Mojo 1

What exactly is “momma mojo?”

How do we lose it, and more importantly, how do we get it back?!

I’ve never been a big fan of the word “mojo” but in this case it just seems to fit.

To me, mojo is that extra pep in your step. It’s feeling good about yourself. It’s a fresh pedicure, bright pink blush, and chartreuse skinny jeans. 

We can lose our mojo when we have a baby. Many of us spend at least six weeks in a hole of colic-induced crying fits, spit-up stained shirts, sleepless nights, painful pumping and nursing tank tops. Soon enough we realize something’s gotta give.

We need to feel like ourselves again.

We need our momma mojo back.

For me that involves the following:

1. Losing the muffin-top. (Yes, shi* just got real.)

I may or may not have googled, “Fastest way to lose a muffin top.” All the infomercials I’ve watched during late night feeding sessions have tempted me to buy all (but not limited to): Insanity, Tracy Anderson Metamorphosis, and Total Fitness. I am not going to delve into a weight conversation here. It’s not about weight or size. It’s about feeling happy in your own skin, and I don’t care what size I wear, or what I weigh, seeing a muffin top ruin every pair of pants I own is not fun anymore. I will feel so much better when I can go back to wearing my old jeans, sans muffin top.

2. Writing/blogging every day. I realized long ago that I need to write and connect with others to feel like “me.” When I start losing “me” I become unhappy momma, or momma without mojo, and that is not good. For anybody.

3. Exercising. (See # 1). Like writing, I know that exercise is good for me. It makes me feel better. It releases stress, and anxiety, and endorphins and helps me feel better about myself. Yet, like so many others, I don’t make it a priority. UNTIL NOW! Sunday evening I decided after a nine-year hiatus that I was going to take up running again. I made it about 1.5 miles in 15 minutes and it felt GOOD. So good, that I did t again the next day. It was nice to have alone time, with no one needing me. The air was crisp and refreshing. Life seemed pretty perfect against the backdrop of Phillip Phillips singing “Home.” I had a few zen E.LE. moments, feeling love for even the gothic-dressed teenagers that snickered as I passed. Today I walked 3 miles and tomorrow I plan on running again. Thursday is yoga day.

It feels good to have a plan, to breathe deeper, to connect with my body— muffin top and all.

I will keep you updated on this journey to momma mojo-hood, and encourage you other momma’s out there to do the same.


What has motherhood done to your mojo? How do you plan on getting it back?


The Good Bits 1

Not every day is easy.

Today was one of those “hard days.”

I woke up extra tired…run down…low on energy. I thought maybe I was getting sick, but then remembered that sometimes being pregnant is equivalent to  always feeling on the verge of being sick…or hungover. And some days are more blah than others.

It didn’t help that it was a cloudy, dreary day. It was Monday. And the little one (#1) got to bed too late and woke up too early which = a cranky, overly emotionally fragile child that broke down more as the day went on.

Luckily hubby knew I might need a break and suggested a trip to McDonald’s for lunch. The french fries helped to get us through.

This came after a really awesome few days last week. AJH had very few tantrums (we’re in that very sensitive, two-year-old phase), she played on her own without being too needy, and I felt like I was actually doing some things right with parenting, which has been kind of few and far between lately. My days at home were scarily smooth.

And then today came and I felt like we were back to square one.

It was a long day.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

It was a lot of tears and, “Mommy, hold youuuuuu” (which I interpret as, “Mommy, hold meeeeeee”).

It was finding mouse poop in the cabinet.

It was taking way too many hours to let a two-year old wash a mountain of dirty, mouse-poopy dishes while getting water everywhere.

It was throwing tupperware lids that didn’t fit

And baby doll high chairs that just didn’t work the exact way she wanted them to.

But amidst the mouse poop, I also found some good bits.

I found patience.

I found my ability to scoop up, and do a lap-plop while wiping away tears and giving reassurance.

To teach deep breaths, and counting, and “calm-down” time over. and over. and over.

Five years ago, I don’t think I would’ve found this girl inside of me.

Five years ago I was the girl throwing the tupperware.

Somehow motherhood has the ability to surface those parts of us we thought would never come out of hiding.

And it feels good.

Almost as good as finally laying on the couch at the end of a day like today, looking down with tears in your eyes and feeling little one (#2) give a few reassuring kicks, as if to say, “It’s okay mama, hang in there!”

It just doesn’t get much better than that.

"I'm always happy!"

Hey, It’s OK….#14

Hey, It’s OK…

…to stop by the Dollar Store  in a desperate need for a Strawberry Pop-Tart fix. (Aren’t you glad to know that you can get Pop-Tarts at the Dollar Store?)

…to be super-sensitive to how others treat your child. Motherhood truly is “deciding to forever have your heart go walking around outside your body…” and it’s not always easy, especially when people don’t seem to like your kid as much as you do.

…to be wrong.

…to listen to the same five Amos Lee songs for a week straight.

…to tell your toddler the videos are “broken” when she asks to watch “Wheels on the Bus” (version #1, 286) for the 100th time.

…to seriously consider the option of getting a personal chef. I mean, seriously consider it, even though it is by no means in my  budget whatsoever. I mean seriously considering working an extra job just to afford the luxury (or at least while pregnant).

…to still vote even when you know your guy probably doesn’t stand a chance.

What are some of your “Hey, It’s OK…” moments of the week?