Birth of a project

I was getting dressed for a friend's birthday party and I didn't know what I was going to put on my body. I looked in my closet and it seemed empty, unpromising. I've had these moments before; everything was old, ill-fitting, or blah. I thought to myself, "Ugh! I have NOTHING to wear!" Then I began rifling through my closet and saw a forgotten shirt I loved and many more, and I realized I was crazy. I had plenty to wear, and plenty to choose from. My closet was FULL of treasures! At that moment I decided I would take a year to explore my closet and to add NOTHING new to my wardrobe.

I would create a NEW outfit for each day in order to maximize my wardrobe and shake up my style.

Basically, I would try to "snap out" of my fashion rut, and appreciate what I have.

It was my New Years' project:
One Closet, One Year.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Matricide!

My daughter is killing me. One late, horrible, not-going-to-bed, at a time. Take tonight for instance. I had the boys in bed by 8, I had HaHa bathed and dressed and sleepy. I nursed her, which she still demands,(another way she kills me), and I lay down with her, sang to her, and still, no dice. 9 o'clock, 9:45, HaHa awake. My work is not getting done. My patience is worn thin. So, tonight, I decided that I was putting my foot down; HaHa was going to fall asleep on her own, in her own bed, no matter what.

Well, the no-matter-what was pretty awful, and it lasted until 10:45. There was screaming, blood-curdling shrieks and thrashing about. There was jumping on the bed, and "Mama's!" so pitiful, it took everything in me not to cave and pick her up. Everything.

It's not her fault. It's ours. From the time she was born she was in somebody's arms. And getting dragged about town in her car seat. No regular sleep schedule. I thought daycare would work out her sleeping kinks, but it didn't really change much. She's still a sleep demon. Or maybe I should call her an avoiding sleep demon. Whatever the case, these are the parts of motherhood that I could do without, but that is the stuff of life, I suppose. You can't have the sweet without the bitter...

Oh, and by the way, HaHa goes right to bed when Richard puts her down. Guess our mother-daughter stuff is starting early! Also, if they made baby cages, I would have put her in one!

And, now that it's 11:39, I guess it's another late night Chez Espy! Richard's still out too!



Outfit:

Still rocking the summer outfits, unfortunately. I am dreaming of chilly fall days, but it was 90 degrees today!

Tank: Old Navy.

Green shirt: Goodwill. Lux.

Pants: Salvation Army. Mossimo.



Shoes: Zoe & Zac.

6 comments:

  1. so you don't think she stays up late cause she's mommy's girl? come on. what time is it always when you're blogging? silly head.

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  2. It's cold and rainy here. Enjoy the warm.

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  3. Oh, Sleep! I secretly think I am so cool by letting them stay up until 10 every night (oh, they are such artists, I proudly reflect) as I read them Harry Potter for an hour and then go to sleep immediately myself. Guess they don't need the sleep, I kid myself. Well, last night I read at 7, said good night at 8 so I could make it to 8:15 yoga, and they were happy to go right to sleep. One even tried to get up just now at 6. I sent him back to bed. Poor things, the mother robbing her growing children of sleep!

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  4. Love the green shirt, great color on you. And yeah, she's Mommy's girl. If you were my Mom, you'd think I was made out of Krazy Glue.

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  5. after a week of crying herself to sleep - she will get it - don't back down now - you are doing what is best for both of you

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  6. OK, now I have no kids, but I do know enough that the longer you let kids get away with something, the more they will protest when put your foot down.
    So be strong. You are doing her a favor--really.
    And maybe you could pay Jordan to put her to bed for a week so that you are totally out of the loop? That might break the cycle.

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