tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7745770501370109992024-02-18T20:50:31.137-07:00I'm the Sweatpants DivaSurviving motherhood and all good things in life, one day at a time.I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-5034958803737434202012-09-14T15:26:00.001-06:002012-09-14T15:27:12.152-06:00Hello me time. It's nice to see you.<span style="color: #666666;"> At some point during the holidays last year I dropped off the planet, or the realm of the blogosphere anyways. I kept telling myself, that after we got through the new year madness, I'd find the time and motivation to sit my sweatpants clad butt down and start typing, but that never happened. Until now! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> After what felt like an entirety of a summer break, Flash Speedman has returned to pre-preschool (what I call her daycare in a classroom like environment) two days a week! Last year I was only rid of her one day a week! Then the other day I was sitting next to a very nice lady on a plane who I chatted with for a couple of hours, mostly about our kids. Several times she made the comment "After having your daughter around all summer, you must miss her when she's at daycare." Ha! Don't get me wrong, spending time with a now 2 year old Flash is fun, rewarding, inspiring and just about every other positive adjective under the sun. However, it is also exhausting, confining, limiting, and, more often than not, thankless, as I know many other parents are very much aware. To add to my frustrations, my brain tends to not work as well as I would like and multi-tasking is not something I excel at. So, throughout most of the summer I teetered on the brink of a meltdown (fairly often crossing the line) as I tried to focus on the needs of my kid and whatever else I might have a moment for. When that one day a week of kid-free time came around I was generally found running from one frantic errand or appointment to the next. Now I suddenly have two kid free afternoons! Count em... one... TWO!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> Granted one day is still dedicated to what I need to get done and let's face it, I rarely complete everything I need to so some of that will spill over into day two. But that leaves me with at least a few precious hours to do something just for me. My mind spinning with how to spend that time! Maybe I'll actually get back to working out on </span><span style="color: #666666;">occasion or I'll </span><span style="color: #666666;">take a photography class like I've been wanting to do for years now. I could take some classes at the local community college and see if anything inspires me continue my education that was left by the roadside long ago. Maybe I'll set some time aside to work on turning our unruly puppy into the perfect dog if more time and energy was put into training. I've always liked the circus, perhaps I'll look into what it takes to be a </span><span style="color: #666666;">trapeze artist or an elephant tamer. Then there are those private companies that are sending people into space, surely they need astronauts one afternoon a week, that could be cool. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> With the unlimited possibilities I'll probably need to take my free time, snuggle up in my sweats that the puppy will undoubtably be chewing and dream of everything that available to me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> </span>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-8174973590164203942012-08-24T10:56:00.001-06:002012-08-24T11:07:49.674-06:00Baby, I'm back!After a 9 month hiatus I'm gearing up to re-enter the blogosphere! A couple more weeks till Flash Speedman heads back to what I call pre-preschool and I find myself with a little more free time. So check back for more toddler high jinks, lazy cute crafts, and crazed mommy rants! <br />
I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-52308791437685117392011-12-28T13:20:00.000-07:002011-12-28T13:20:08.206-07:00Put a cork in it (and burn it!)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> Time for an easy project idea! All you need is a cork board (Ikea has some cheap options if you don't have a plain boring one already in your house) and a wood burning pen. I have <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walnut-Hollow-Creative-Woodburner-Value/dp/B000VRTG8Y">this pen</a> and while the price is right (under $10) I hate it, it heats up at the handle making it uncomfortable to hold. You can either draw or print up a stencil or if you're more creative than me you can free hand something. Once you have things laid out the way you want you can use the wood burning pen to burn directly through the stencil and onto the cork. It takes about 3 seconds of pressure to burn into the cork. Once I had gone through my entire stencil I removed it and went back to darken and fill in areas. This one is pretty simple and it only took me about 30 minutes. I can't wait to pick up more cork board and make something else!</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b> Did your kiddos get way too many Mounds or Banana Laffy Taffy? Did you just buy way too much candy for trick-or-treaters? Get rid of the extra by participating in <a href="http://www.halloweencandybuyback.com/">Operation Gratitude's Halloween Candy Buy Back</a> and have that candy sent to soldiers stationed around the world. <a href="http://www.halloweencandybuyback.com/">Find a participating dentist near you</a> and chose to either donate your extras or they'll buy it from you for $1 per pound.</b></span></div>
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Since my brain can not shake this writers block I figured I would share pics of Flash Speedman's chicken costume that I made for Halloween. Harper HATED wearing it but in all honesty it was so worth it, she was the cutest/funniest chicken baby ever! Credit has go to <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/271882/animal-costumes-chicken-costume-lamb-cos">marthastewart.com</a> which had the basic directions. I wish had taken pics as I had made it but it was super easy, even I could do it with my very limited sewing skills!</div>
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<br />I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-12099608668872646192011-10-31T15:32:00.000-06:002011-10-31T15:32:26.475-06:00Happy Halloween: Very last minute decoration ideas!<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> Happy Halloween all! We only have a few more hours before the sun sets and we're invaded by tiny princesses, monsters, or in our case, a chicken. If you're just now running out to buy candy to appease the masses, here are a couple decoration ideas that require things you may have laying around your house already.</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">The Handy Man Had the great suggestion to paint the inside back of the jar white so the light from the battery powered tea light would be more reflective. He constantly lives up to his name!</span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">It doesn't get any easier than this! If you have an cute fabric scraps laying around use them to decorate pumpkins! Lace works very well, looks great, and can add to the creepy Halloween vibe! I just tied strips of black lace on and tied a bow in the back.</span></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b> Then Friday morning arrives and my sweet little girl goes missing and is replaced by a kid I'm not all that fond of. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>She whines. She screams. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>And if I'm not paying attention to her every second and doing everything in my power to keep her entertained then she whines and screams at the same time at a super sonic pitch, it's not a human sound. Heaven forbid I have to tell her "no" or take something away from her.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b> I can only come to one conclusion, on Fridays, Flash is possessed, it's the only logical explanation. I'm not sure what one does for a possessed toddler. Should I call that priest from The Exorcist? All I know is if her head starts spinning 360* I'm gone. I'll be back tomorrow when my happy baby girl returns.</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b> Okay, the title might be misleading. There is nothing even remotely gangster about this post, unless you happen to be a rapper interest in making a yarn wrapped wreath, in which case "Welcome!". I've been drooling over yarn wrapped wreaths for a while. </b><b>They're one of those items that make me think "I could make that, why would I buy one?" So yesterday I finally did. It was the first real snow of the season and it seemed appropriate to be using yarn. Falling snow + yarn + chia tea + sweatpants = cozy indoor crafty happiness. </b></span></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> 1) Both toddlers and cats attempting to steal your yarn will slow this process down tremendously. I tossed one outside and gave the other to The Handy Man. Babies do just fine in the snow, right?</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> 2) I used a 14" <a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/catalog/productdetail.jsp?CATID=cat2627&PRODID=prd37423">straw wreath</a> because it was on sale in-store for $1.29. I left the plastic wrapping on to prevent the yarn from snagging. Next time I'm going to go with a <a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/catalog/productdetail.jsp?pageName=search&flag=true&PRODID=zprd_01941012a">styrofoam wreath form</a>. The uneven texture of the straw wreath made it a little more challenging to get good coverage. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> 5) Time add a little decoration! I decided use the stencil from this <a href="http://imthesweatpantsdiva.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-bats-attack.html">Halloween project</a> since it was still on my kitchen table and add a bat to my wreath. Around this time The Handy Man realized I wasn't making dinner, so he put a frozen pizza in the oven providing me the cardboard to make my bat form and saving me a trip into the garage. Sheesh, I really am lazy. I really was hoping to avoid using my glue gun but this is the point where I should have started. Instead I coated my cardboard bat in double-sided tape hoping this would keep the yarn from slipping off at the ends, it didn't, cue the glue gun. </span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> 6) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I made "HAPPY HALLOWEEN" letters to wrap. The letters were the most time consuming part of the whole project. In order to not have any part of the shape exposed you first need to wrap the letter vertically and then horizontally or visa versa depending on which look you prefer. This was when I started to wish this damn wreath was finished already and I failed to take pictures. </span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> The possibilities of what you can wrap in yarn are endless! As time consuming as this was I'm making a list of other things to wrap. Flash Speedman, the dog, my kitchen table, and The Handy Mans car all seem like fun ideas. </span></b>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-51613139205936140332011-10-26T06:00:00.000-06:002011-10-26T06:00:20.630-06:00When Bats Attack<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Finally, a large hoard of possibly psychotically deranged boys were rounded up for volleyball practice and we made our move to the playground. Flash instantly took of to exploring leaving me to take my mothers advise and "go meet other moms", Mistake #3. The other moms obviously had not yet forgotten that I was a possible child snatcher and suddenly I was the pimply faced new kid surrounded by the popular girls in a weird high school flashback. I was not to be associated with. Lesson learned, from here on out we will do nothing to call attention to ourselves, especially anything that might brand me as belonging on some sort of registry for felons.</b></span>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-72266657123315856592011-10-24T17:48:00.000-06:002011-10-24T17:55:43.856-06:005 Minute Chocolate & Peanut Butter Croissants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm a big fan of scarves. Not only do they compliment my sweatpants beautifully but they also don't look too shabby when I actually do put on real clothes. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you can find really cute scarves for really cheap. Hello <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Search/Search.aspx?br=f21&keyword=scarf">Forever 21</a>'s collection of scarves for under $10.00! The best thing about scarves? They can easily be used to hide that spit up/PB&J/miscellaneous funky substance that's somehow made its way onto your shirt. </span></div>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-48934330277657947692011-10-22T04:49:00.000-06:002011-10-22T04:49:28.908-06:004:45 AM. It's not like I have anything better to do.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Morning all! </b></span><br />
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</tbody></table><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Today feels like a good day to introduce the person that makes me qualified (however little) to write a blog about my experiences with motherhood, my baby girl, Flash Speedman. Flash will be 16 months next week and she is the reason for most of the joy and most of the stress in my life. You hear people with kids say "I never knew I could love somebody so much" and I always thought 'Yeah, sure. You know what I really love more than anything? My collection of LAMB sneakers." And then Flash came along and everything else went out the window (not literally, throwing my LAMBs out would be tragic).</b></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Now before someone feels the need to contact Child Protective Services, because generally only an unstable person would bestow such a name upon a child, Flash Speedman is only a moniker for the sake of this blog. While I was still in the early months of my pregnancy my aunt Ellen suggested we name our little fetus so we could stop referring to it as "it" in that pre-knowing-the-sex stage. I don't remember how Flash Speedman came to be that nickname, something tells me The Handy Man came up with it. Anyways, once we found out we were having a girl and after the painful process of choosing a real name, Flash sort of fell by the wayside, forgotten until last night when I realized it needed to make a come back. </b></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Flash Speedman fits her perfectly now, she is constantly on the go! After months of insisting on holding our hands when she wanted to walk around she finally realized that we were slowing her down and has been walking on her own for about a month and staying still is not an option. She wants to be involved in everything that she shouldn't be and wants nothing to do with the thing's you'd like her to be. She likes rearranging all the furniture and emptying drawers and cabinets. She can spot an unbaby proofed area from a mile away and has a radar for trouble thats always spot on. And you know what? I love it. Just when I think I have managed to keep her away from something she figures out how to get it and I realize what learning process it must have been for her and what a learning process it is for me.</b></span></div>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-17671611947757251342011-10-20T07:00:00.000-06:002011-10-20T10:00:42.131-06:00What begins with an A?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Now don't get me wrong, I love reading to Baby Girl. She's just recently started to get into it and I love when she toddles over to hand me a book and awkwardly tries to figure out how to sit down in my lap. I don't mind that she only wants me to read the same three books to her over and over again, all. day. long. I do however miss reading a book for my own pure enjoyment. I even bought myself a Kindle for Christmas last year in the hopes that my new gadget would get me excited enough to read a book. How many books have I loaded onto my Kindle? Four! How many of those four have I completed? Zero! And it's not like I'm trying to fit in a few chapters of <u>Ulysses</u> or <u>War and Peace</u> before bed, I'm choosing easy reads. I think I got one chapter into Tina Fey's <u>Bossypants</u>, which I assumed would be a quick fun read, temporarily forgetting that nothing is quick or fun when a toddler is screaming at you to play peek-a-boo. I had almost entirely forgotten that I even had the Kindle until I stumbled upon it in our living room fire place. I don't even remember deciding the fireplace was the best place for me to keep it, thats how little I think about it. So, as a sign of respect to this abandoned device, I'm pledging to wipe the sticky goo from its beautiful screen (again, no recollection that my hands were covered in jelly the last time I touched or maybe licked it) and finish reading <u>Bossypants</u> before Baby Girls starts college.</span></b><br />
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</tbody></table>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-13202588327052761682011-10-19T07:00:00.000-06:002011-10-19T07:30:32.076-06:00DIY: CBCDNT (Do It Yourself: Can Be Completed Durning Nap Time)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0n98NinJ3L7_TRXWoK0WteH-RwiGS3eBcB6AtSGxpe3pNeOaqgjho_hqixKPRmOVpBSxVGIw0kRzyMNr2-GThsGgu-fy_gzXlUHKWTczTmX8JYTc4DFLGdVdAIB1fjUvhSiFrsYuEEE/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0n98NinJ3L7_TRXWoK0WteH-RwiGS3eBcB6AtSGxpe3pNeOaqgjho_hqixKPRmOVpBSxVGIw0kRzyMNr2-GThsGgu-fy_gzXlUHKWTczTmX8JYTc4DFLGdVdAIB1fjUvhSiFrsYuEEE/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Cardboard roll slices also make great cat toys. Everybody wins!</i></td></tr></tbody></table> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> I love crafty projects. I enjoy the process of making something and assuming it turns out the way I intended it to, I love being able to show off my handy work. Ever since Baby Girl came along I have a new appreciation for crafts that are cheap, quick, easy, and doesn't require me to make a special trip to the craft store. I was really excited (it doesn't take much) when I came across this DYI project for <a href="http://www.designsponge.com/2009/11/diy-project-toilet-paper-roll-wall-art.html">Toilet Paper Roll Wall Art</a> on one of my favorite websites, <a href="http://www.designsponge.com/">Design Sponge</a>. This would be a great project to have your kids do although yesterday mine was licking finger paint off her hands so we've got a while before she attempts it. Everything it requires I either had in the house or had to rummage through our recycling bins to find. Scissors, check. White glue, check. And of course, toilet paper/paper towel rolls, check! It took me about twenty minutes cut, arrange all the pieces out, and then glue them all together. The result isn't half bad for something that took up very little of a <strike>Mommies Free To Do Whatever The Hell She Pleases and You Can't Stop Her Moment</strike> quiet moment to myself. I had a limited number of cardboard rolls laying around so I didn't quite achieve the size and shape that I wanted but I'll to save up some more and make it a little bigger and maybe paint it in the future.</span></b><br />
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</div>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774577050137010999.post-55691188123736243682011-10-18T15:42:00.000-06:002011-10-18T18:17:24.473-06:00Crap. I'm one step away from a Snuggie. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <b>I have always loved lounging in a comfy, cozy, baggy pair of sweatpants. This has long been my standard uniform for vegging out at end of a long day, during which I was dressed like any respectable adult. The problem is, now I have Mommy Sweatpants Syndrome or MMS.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> I wear sweats everyday, all day, 24/7, morning noon and night. I even try to dress them up when I wear them in public by donning expensive accessories, hoping this will somehow make them socially acceptable. I think my poor husband is less than thrilled that I've contracted MSS.</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <b>The excessive sweatpants wearing began when I was pregnant. After seeing too many moms I knew fall victim to MSS I went into my pregnancy announcing "I will never be one of those pregnant women who give up trying to look like a civilized humans. I'm going to make all you other mommies-to-be wish you looked this good!" I mean if Victoria Beckham, who is WAY OLDER than me, can look that good incubating her offspring, why can't I?</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I tried, I really did. After keeping my regular pants on using the hair rubber band trick stopped working, around the five month mark, I shopped at all the trendy preggers stores and boutiques. I watched Entertainment Tonight and read the trashy mags to see what the power moms of Hollywood wore when they were expecting. I bought clothes from Hiedi Klums maternity line. I bought a pair of designer maternity jean that cost more than any pair of jeans I had ever bought. The sales lady told me after my pregnancy I could have the ever so sexy elastic waist band replaced with a regular one and keep wearing them, SOLD! How can I lose? "I'm going to be the cutest pregnant chick ever!" Then I gained over fifty pounds on an already not-so-slim bod. Alright, slight set back, I didn't foresee having a forty pound baby or ever wanting to eat that much ice cream, but I can still be adorable! It turns out not all dreams are meant to come true. Once I stopped being able to squeeze my swollen feet into flip flops, I gave my designer maternity jeans the bird and slipped into my trusty sweatpants. There would be time to achieve fashion greatness after my daughter was born, I was so naive. Baby Girl came along and it turned out she was not forty pounds, not even close. So while I learned how to be a mom to a newborn and strategized on how I was going to get rid of the excess me that had been created by Ben & Jerry's and my c-sec, I fell back on my trusty sweatpants.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> Now we're almost sixteen months out from when my daughter came along and I'm back to fitting into most of my old clothes. In fact, I weight less now than I did around the time I got pregnant. Baby Girl is getting to be pretty independent at times, allowing me the occasional free moment in which I could do my hair and makeup and put on real grown up clothes but I rarely do and I've run out of excuses for why I don't. Granted, being a stay at home mom takes away most of the motivating factors to seek treatment for my Mommy Sweatpants Syndrome. I don't exactly feel the need to dress to impress when the only people around to impress are usually covered in a thin film of peanut butter and snot or dresses in grease covered work clothes, but perhaps I need that take a stand against my MSS, to make me feel better about myself. So that the neighbors stop saying I "must be artsy", by which I assume they mean "you damn dirty hippie!" So I can stand tall (presumably I'll be wearing heels) and proclaim "I can be fashionable and a mom! I can be what I've always dreamt of!" For now the dream will have to wait, I have to fold a giant load of laundry, it's made up mostly of sweatpants.</b></span>I'm the Sweatpants Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05773838940297561308noreply@blogger.com3