I´m fighting an incredibly uneven fight. It goes on during most of my waking hours.
I´ve declared war against milk & puke-stains, masses of laundry, unwashed dishes, things thrown all over the apartment, not to mention unpainted toe nails and bushy eyebrows.
Having a little one means that there is a 2h (if you´re lucky 2 1/2h) window, when he is asleep and you have some time to see to your surroundings (and yourself). This time is for eating, showering, answering and/or returning phone calls, checking your email plus all the other things mentioned above.
I´m not trying to be a perfect Super-Mum or a glam "Latte-Mum", but I know that if I feel good (about myself and my living space), Robin will feel good too. Wearing stained clothing or seeing mountains of laundry on the bathroom floor certainly won´t bring a smile to my face.
It´s hard to know where to draw the line. Being content vs. Being Anal.
I´m still working on it. In the meantime I´m dreaming about wearing my favourite shoes again...
Ps. Felt faboulous yesterday! Went out for a run in the forrest and my body felt great!