There are probably about 176 things on your to do list, and you’re probably too tired / sick / overwhelmed to tackle most of them.
(At least I was.)
I mean – as you’re approaching “Baby Time” you need to get stuff done – wrap things up at work, decorate the baby room, choose names, make freezer meals,
I didn’t want to be that mom who spent her kids’ lives on her phone. I didn’t want them to remember me staring at a screen all.the.time.
Above all, I didn’t want them to grow up thinking I thought my phone was more important to me than they are.
Calling all new mommas –
There’s an internet marketing company called Mother’s Lounge, and they are tryin’ to get you to BUY.
They are legit, and they use awesome “loss leaders” (where the company might actually lose money on something) to get you shopping. As a marketing tactic, it’s proven to work.
Those first few weeks of Motherhood...
Bleeding. Exhausted. Scared. Crying. (And that's just me. I'm sure it's an adjustment for the baby too.)
Oh. my. word. My nipples. (Do I still even have nipples? Maybe I just wish I didn't have nipples?)
I've written often about the overwhelming despair that can take over when we're living in homes filled with clutter. It's crazy stressful when you're chronically late because you can't find things, you miss paying bills because they get forgotten at the bottom of the pile, or you plain old can't relax on your couch because that's where the kid's clothes live.
If you've read many finance books or blogs, you've probably heard that in most relationships, there is just one person who is largely in charge of the finances. It's a generalization, but one that hits the nail on the head with my husband and me. We make all our major money decisions together - house, car, investments, insurance... anything that costs more than a couple hundred bucks really. But I, almost unilaterally, do all the spending.
Never waking up again at 6 am to commute, never again worrying more about someone else’s bottom line, never missing another one of your baby’s firsts… never (ever) smiling like you mean it (but really, really, not meaning it) – when you’d rather just flat out punch the guy in the throat? (I worked in customer service. Can you tell?)
I’d be willing to bet you’ve thought about it.
Now, let’s not pretend that I have been on top of things these past few (or 6) months. I’ve already admitted to you guys that I, queen of credit-cards-are-your-best-friends-if-you-use-them-right, have been dropping balls all over the place. I got my husbands Worker’s Comp Insurance cut off because I forgot to pay the bill, we got fined by the CRA because I forgot to file sales tax, and yes, I paid interest on a credit card…twice. I am blaming this on pregnancy and baby brain, and not admitting any fault at all, thankyouverymuch.
If you’re new here (HI! Welcome!) you might not know the story of how this blog came to be. The short version: I had always wanted to work from home, but never quite figured out how. I’d tried lots of different things over the years – photography, travel counselling, making and selling decorative signs, but none of those things were for me.
Have you tried to work from home and found it … hard / confusing / not possible? We might all dream of the “be your own boss” lifestyle, but I gotta admit – there’s a certain ease to clocking in and clocking out. When you’re your own boss, there’s a little more to it than that.
~ I'm on a new adventure with the Squishy Baby, figuring out this mommy thing one day at a time. Raising little people while keeping our homes and finances under control might be a challenge, but it's one I'm excited to tackle... and I want to encourage you to tackle it too.
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