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This is the post where I question my sanity…
Ever since I had Cameron, I really have no desire to leave the house. Lately I have been thinking maybe I should actually get out and do something. (Especially since my husband keeps telling me I need to.) There’s just one problem – I STILL don’t want to. I believe there are several factors that have contributed to this constant desire to stay home. Let’s go over them shall we?
Appearance
I wear sweats and t-shirts and pull my hair back approximately 99% of the time. The time it takes to actually get myself looking presentable can be used washing bottles or folding laundry. (Maybe I am too practical?)
Schedule
Although Cameron does have a schedule somewhat, he does not have a set time to nap or eat every day. So I would have to start getting ready while he was napping and hope I have enough time. Then I have to feed him and change him and get his backpack ready. Altogether this takes about an hour. I like to be home before he gets hungry again because have you ever tried feeding a baby by yourself in the middle of a store? Yeah. That means that I would only have about an 1.5-2 hours out by myself with Cameron. To me, it seems silly to only go out this long while I’m looking so cute. (Ha!)
Where
Where the heck am I supposed to be going? Walmart? Target? The mall? I have nothing I need to buy from any of those places, and I feel stupid walking around aimlessly. (Not to mention if I do go to any of those places, I am guaranteed to find 1,000 things I will actually want to buy, that I actually don’t need.) We don’t have a museum and of course I can’t take Cam to a movie. Sometimes it is fun to go to lunch with my husband, but it’s kind of silly to spend over an hour getting everything ready to only get to spend 20 minutes with him. We don’t have a play group or anything around here (hello small town!).
Baby Gear
Those of you who have babies know how obnoxious baby gear is. Or is it just my obnoxious stroller? I swear that thing is the devil. I try to steer it one way and it goes the complete opposite. People look at me like I am nuts.
So I suppose these are all my reasons for not leaving. Am I being ridiculous? Are these valid reasons or am I just a hermit that is coming up with ridiculous excuses? Please be honest. I really don’t mind leaving the house if Blake is with me, but doing it myself is just overwhelming. Where do you or did you go with your babies? I need ideas!!!
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