I was never a lazy person. NEVER. N.E.V.E.R.
I am a Type A personality,a go-getter, an achiever.
I used to be up as soon as the damn alarm would go off. 7 am meant exactly that, 7 am, not 7.05 am.
And, then, motherhood happened, Little P came along and all the alarms of the world could now unite and ring at the same time, but I doubt I would wake up. I am that sleep deprived!
I don't know when the night ends and morning takes over, when day 1 turns into 3, and when Monday is suddenly Friday!
The only date I remember is the 23rd, because that's the date little P was born, and I remember Thursdays, because, correctomundo, it was a Thursday.
So, every week, like clock work, I know how many weeks old he is and every month, I remember the 23rd from those many months and weeks ago with a warm smile on my face.
Everything else is hazy, it comes and goes in fast motion and I wonder where time went.
Is it 11 am already?!
What?! It's 9 pm?! Where did the rest of the day go?
All day, I run, my big bums and me, behind the little toddler monster that little P is. Behind closets, and doors, and on patios, and terrace pedestals. He runs and I manage to run. I do all this running, yet, I think I am lazy.
Here's why:
1) I am too lazy to wake up and make my own bed tea. I just can't, especially after having 4-5 wake ups every night, the thought of making MY OWN BED TEA makes me shed tears. Real tears, and not the ones that little P sheds when I go to the loo!
2) I am too lazy to have a leisurely bath. It's always a quick 2 minute shower, unless I have to shampoo my butt-long tresses, when it's probably 10 minutes.
Okay, fine. even that is usually over in 5 minutes.
But, that's ONLY because the bathroom is constantly banged the crap out of by little P, who thinks that there's a secret tunnel inside the WC, from I can escape, to a land where I can brush my hair every day.
3) I am too lazy to upgrade (in style) and downgrade (in size) my lingerie. I just won't, even though it's just a click away. Uhuh, not happening!
4) I am too lazy to heat my own food, if it's not been heated before I sit down to eat. So, I just happily eat cold dal and my special COMPLEX CARBOHYDRATE roti, which I stuff down my throat, because I need to lose another 15 kgs.
5) AAH, THE WEIGHT! I am too lazy to buy new clothes, even though I have lost 15 kgs. And, that's most of my pregnancy weight. The rest is because I am a fat person, and weight loss would do me a world of good.
I refuse to buy them online, because the size I have to look for is quite depressing, and there are horrible options for that size.
I refuse to set foot into a store, because I am too lazy to try those new clothes, because, HEY! nothing would fit!
6) Everyday, I promise myself, that today, I will not let washed clothes pile up, and I will promptly fold them and put them where they belong.
But, the damn pile has wings! It grows every day! Does it not know that I am lazy?! That, I have the intention to clean it, but I keep pushing it, till it grows to a mile high and I feel like crying!
7) My PJs are crying, because, hey, they need to be trashed and I need new ones, but aaha, I am too lazy! And they are too comfy!
8) I am so lazy, and so hungry when I wake up in the mornings, that most of the time, I end up eating without giving my pearly yellows (not whites!) a good brush.
Yup, that's me. I hate brushing my teeth. Actually, come to think of it, I hate brushing, period! (hair included)
9) I am too lazy to dress up every day and go out and get some fresh air. I do go out every day, not for myself, but for little P. But, I always go back to my favorite track pants and a tee that make me look slim!
10) The house needs to be looked after, the spiders are calling me from their new homes on my walls. But, I get so exhausted after a day full of running, that I think spiders might just end up becoming a new addition to the family now!
Oh, yes, I am lazy. Little P will agree!
I am a Type A personality,a go-getter, an achiever.
I used to be up as soon as the damn alarm would go off. 7 am meant exactly that, 7 am, not 7.05 am.
And, then, motherhood happened, Little P came along and all the alarms of the world could now unite and ring at the same time, but I doubt I would wake up. I am that sleep deprived!
I don't know when the night ends and morning takes over, when day 1 turns into 3, and when Monday is suddenly Friday!
The only date I remember is the 23rd, because that's the date little P was born, and I remember Thursdays, because, correctomundo, it was a Thursday.
So, every week, like clock work, I know how many weeks old he is and every month, I remember the 23rd from those many months and weeks ago with a warm smile on my face.
Everything else is hazy, it comes and goes in fast motion and I wonder where time went.
Is it 11 am already?!
What?! It's 9 pm?! Where did the rest of the day go?
All day, I run, my big bums and me, behind the little toddler monster that little P is. Behind closets, and doors, and on patios, and terrace pedestals. He runs and I manage to run. I do all this running, yet, I think I am lazy.
Here's why:
1) I am too lazy to wake up and make my own bed tea. I just can't, especially after having 4-5 wake ups every night, the thought of making MY OWN BED TEA makes me shed tears. Real tears, and not the ones that little P sheds when I go to the loo!
2) I am too lazy to have a leisurely bath. It's always a quick 2 minute shower, unless I have to shampoo my butt-long tresses, when it's probably 10 minutes.
Okay, fine. even that is usually over in 5 minutes.
But, that's ONLY because the bathroom is constantly banged the crap out of by little P, who thinks that there's a secret tunnel inside the WC, from I can escape, to a land where I can brush my hair every day.
3) I am too lazy to upgrade (in style) and downgrade (in size) my lingerie. I just won't, even though it's just a click away. Uhuh, not happening!
4) I am too lazy to heat my own food, if it's not been heated before I sit down to eat. So, I just happily eat cold dal and my special COMPLEX CARBOHYDRATE roti, which I stuff down my throat, because I need to lose another 15 kgs.
5) AAH, THE WEIGHT! I am too lazy to buy new clothes, even though I have lost 15 kgs. And, that's most of my pregnancy weight. The rest is because I am a fat person, and weight loss would do me a world of good.
I refuse to buy them online, because the size I have to look for is quite depressing, and there are horrible options for that size.
I refuse to set foot into a store, because I am too lazy to try those new clothes, because, HEY! nothing would fit!
6) Everyday, I promise myself, that today, I will not let washed clothes pile up, and I will promptly fold them and put them where they belong.
7) My PJs are crying, because, hey, they need to be trashed and I need new ones, but aaha, I am too lazy! And they are too comfy!
8) I am so lazy, and so hungry when I wake up in the mornings, that most of the time, I end up eating without giving my pearly yellows (not whites!) a good brush.
Yup, that's me. I hate brushing my teeth. Actually, come to think of it, I hate brushing, period! (hair included)
9) I am too lazy to dress up every day and go out and get some fresh air. I do go out every day, not for myself, but for little P. But, I always go back to my favorite track pants and a tee that make me look slim!
10) The house needs to be looked after, the spiders are calling me from their new homes on my walls. But, I get so exhausted after a day full of running, that I think spiders might just end up becoming a new addition to the family now!
Oh, yes, I am lazy. Little P will agree!
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