Six Feet Under the Table

20 – The number of pounds I discovered I need to lose to return to pre-pregnancy weight. 2 – The number of pants I tried on before finding a pair that fit. 1.25 – The number of miles I ran (without stopping). 8 – The number of minutes I spent doing (fl)abdominal work. 8 – The number of hours devoted to my day job. 2 – The number of projects I had to redo completely. 3 – The number of rooms my husband and I cleaned. 1 – The number of hours spent at the post office to apply for Baby Boy's passport. 60 – The number of minutes Baby Boy entertained himself with an empty baby wipes bag. 3 – The number of hours it took Baby Boy to (finally) fall asleep. (Thank you, Tylenol and Teething Tablets!) 1,984,342 – The number of socks I folded. 6 – The number of socks left without mates. 0 – The number of times I brushed my teeth. (oops) (I probably shouldn't have admitted that.) 24 – The number of minutes currently past my bedtime. 28 – My baby sister's age!!!...

Last night I made it a point to pack for the gym so I'd be all set this morning. I was excited to lace up the old running shoes and hit the treadmill. As soon as I zipped the bag, it all went downhill from there. My sweet boy was up every two hours to eat. He kept falling asleep at the table (or so to speak), and I couldn't wake him up for anything to keep him focused. So to say I was exhausted this morning would be an understatement. I was then thankful that I had set out my outfit and was already packed. Less thinking in the morning is always a bonus. None of my clothes fit exactly how I'd like them to, but this morning my pants were even tighter than usual. But somehow I was running behind, and I was too tired to find a different set of pants. So, I stuffed one leg in and then the other, did a little squirm to get all the extra leggage that is still hanging around to feel slightly comfortable, sucked in, and fastened those suckers. The mistake came when I looked in...

This isn't my first blog. In fact, I've been maintaining a blog for nearly 10 years now. The last blog-hosting site I used was once very popular. All the cool kids were using it. Eventually, they all moved on, but I remained the one devoted user after all the cool wore off. But alas, even I over-stayed my welcome. The site shut down. And being in a period of transition in my life, so did I. So here I am. Ready to begin again. I'm not the same person I was when I blogged last. My surroundings are not the same. My life is not the same. My circumstances are not the same. I'm quite evolved, really. And I'm finally ready to document the journey again. My mother-in-law once told me that if she was to write a book, she would call it "Ten Feet Under the Table." It's in reference to always having family dinners together. No matter how busy life got, there were always ten feet under the table. So with permission, I'm borrowing the title. You see, I'm...