Am I a Bad Mommy??

I went through a full closet purging today. I usually keep up with it pretty well. I will get rid of things that have just been in there for far too long and donate them to Goodwill. Today however, was a full on assault. Even though it felt good, it felt a little sad too. Many of the clothes I was getting rid of were my pre-pregnant clothes and they just don't fit.

Iman (gorgeous model married to David Bowie) said in an article, "wear what fits you now, not what you're hoping to fit into later."

So, I really miss my old size and I know it's only been 4 months since I had Noah, but I can't wear any of my clothes yet.

Am I a bad mom because I want to be the way I was before I was pregnant? Some women really embrace their new bodies and just know that it comes with having children, but I don't want to be that way. Just because I had a baby doesn't mean I want to start wearing clothes 3 sizes or more than what I use to. I miss how I use to look.

Not to mention I really can't afford to do a whole new wardrobe purchase. It just makes me sad.

Uncertain Future

August 1st starts the waiting game. This is when schools in Ohio start to make calls for interviews and determine what teachers they need to hire for the school year. Unfortunately it doesn't leave the hired teacher more than 2 weeks to prepare for a classroom of students. I have found myself in this position twice now.

This year I REALLY REALLY want to finally find a permanent position. I would say if I haven't heard anything by August 15th, it's probably  not going to happen. I am trying to remain hopeful and trust in God, that if it is in my future to teach, I will get a call. Still there are times when I can't help but feel anxious. So if anyone reads this- send positive thoughts my way.

I Did It!

Alright! It was a tough appointment for my little man. He had shots, an oral vaccine, and peed on the doctor. (That's for the shots) I was a strong mommy and did not cry when he got his shots. I did have to look away while holding his hands, but I made it through. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it made me feel stronger. I can be there for my baby without crying like one.

Way to go, Noah!