I was on such a high on Friday from hitting my first goal. It was a beautiful day and I was anxious to start doing some clean-up in our yard. I walked to go pick-up Cate from daycare and soaked up the sun. This morning I woke up to gloomy weather and was up a pound on the scale. We've been calling this the post-cleanse day bounce back as it seems that every Saturday I'm up a pound from the day before. It usually drops again in a few days. Regardless, it put me in a pouty mood.
We had plans to go outside to start our clean-up early to try to beat the rain. It was so bitterly cold that Cate lasted a whole 2 minutes before the whining began. She couldn't figure out whether she wanted to go in or out and so finally I took both girls back inside and let hubby finish the raking.
I've also been snacking on little things all day. They are healthy things and very small amounts, but its the old habit coming back that has me worried. I know that it's stemming from boredom. I have to admit that I'm pretty bored with the way my days have been going lately. I wake up, feed Maddie, clean up the mess that hubby and Cate left behind in the rush to get to daycare, empty the dishwasher, fill it back up, wash bottles, make bottles, feed Maddie, etc... I realise that I probably get out of the house more than most new mothers, but for me it's a necessity, not a luxury. I am not a homebody. I feel restricted and never really get that sense of accomplishment that I do when I am working. Even when hubby is home and we want to tackle a project, I end up being sidelined trying to keep Cate from climbing up the other side of the ladder or running around with a screwdriver.
Today we bought blinds for our dining room and after dinner I decided I would install them myself just to get a little satisfaction and me time. I put hubby on baby duty and got them up with just a little help (because I wasn't tall enough and our stepladder broke last week). It felt good to complete a task that wasn't just going to get ruined 10 minutes later. It also gave me the strength to resist the popcorn that hubby had after dinner.
To all the moms (or dads) who have ever stayed at home for a period of time - how did you deal with your boredom?