What a week, I am so ready for the weekend! Let´s hope the bichin will also understand the concept “weekend” because my oh my, he has been waking up at insane times this week. One day it was 4am, the next one 5.30am and today it was 6.15am… Well, at least we´re increasing right, so maybe tomorrow it will be back to a more sane 7am? (A mom can dream right)
Next up in “I Don´t Know How She Does It” we have Naya from Lactivist in Louboutins. This ambitious mama is currently in the process of becoming a lactation consultant requiring her to study at night and doing an apprentice during the day while taking care of her kids and running her blog. Check out how this awesome mom gets it all done.
Dear nurse of my son,
Although I really think you’re a good pediatric nurse and truly value how nice you are to my son, I was wondering if you could maybe be half as nice to the moms that come with their babies to your practice? I know you’re very pro breastfeeding and probably you should be pro in your position since the pediatrics association recommends breastfeeding for at least two years. I get that, I mean wouldn’t it be amazing if all mamas could be breastfeeding their child for two years? But you being critical and judgmental on if and how long we moms breastfeed isn’t really helping anyone.
This week I always considered as a bit weird. I always thought working out in front of a video was ridiculous and awkward (no offence) and that I was more of a gym, running and field hockey kinda girl. Well, I haven’t really stepped foot inside a gym for months, the winter gives me way too many excuses for NOT going for that run and I can’t go to field hockey training as often as I would want to due to babysitting needs… So online home workouts are basically the only realistic way to keep me moving in this moment in life so I just went with it. It was a little bit awkward (I am happy nobody saw it) but I definitely finished sweating and tired.
Cultural clash alert! I am having a bit of a luxury problem here, there are all these random friends of my parents in law that keep buying the most expensive gifts for my son. And not just for his birthday or Christmas, no, all.year.round. Yes, yes I know, third world problems. You might think what a nice problem to have, but seriously, I don´t know anymore what to do with all these toys.