Summer Lovin'

Listen, remember when I said that there was some secret society of post pregnant women that didn't want the rest of us to know things for fear that we wouldn't want to "join" their club?..Well, here's one of their secrets: when you have a two month old, you don't have time to do your hair..if you do have time to do your hair, then you must have hired help, HEIDI KLUM, or you are ignoring your baby and you will have to work that out for yourself..I am not here to judge you.
I DO NOT have time to do my hair because my baby does NOT nap..he takes after his mother..he sleeps at night..so you can see that unless I feel like styling my hair at 2 am..I needed to get something easier..so I got it cut.
I am surprised that my sister-in-law with three children hasn't just cut her whole head off..how does she even have time to eat???
Anyway, it is just another part of being a mother and another reminder that I am not that girl who lived in Uptown anymore who had four hours each day to straighten her hair..Actually that sounds lame even as I type it..I really had too much time on my hands..
Will had his vacation last week and he caught some fish at my parent's cabin...I am very proud of him..he is such a handsome fisherman..but I am really glad that he threw them back because eating fish makes me gag..ugh..
We also went back to Wisconsin for a nice long visit and met with our pastor about our wedding..
If he has to write our wedding sermon based on my behavior that day it would sound like this: "Will, you are a jovial, loving man.
Melissa, you look like complete shit, and are you taking some anti-depressants yet? Because obviously you have some issues. Do you really think this marriage is a good idea? Because I think Will deserves someone better than you."
Seriously, I was a bit whacked out...Thankfully I am better now and I think my hormones have evened out again, but it's a dirty trick when it's two months later and I still felt like a basket case..blech..
Well summer has started and it's me and Keegan at home. This actually is better than just me.
I don't call Will 100 times a day.
I am not spending money unnecessarily.
And I don't have as much time to drink wine. Really it probably is better. The wine thing I mean.
But we are having a good summer, seriously. The best part is when Keegan smiles at me. And I KNOW he really means it and it's not just gas. This is undoubtedly the best feeling I have ever had next to loving Will in my whole life..so the post-pregnancy club WAS RIGHT about something.
So I have to go because Keegan is napping and I know it is a fake. He only naps for three minutes at a time. It has taken me three days to write this blog in two minute increments. I am becoming an amazing time manager.
At this rate it would only take me 47 years to write a novel.
They say he will eventually take naps. I doubt that my son is typical. Look at his mother, for pete's sake. Thankfully his father is rock solid. That should even things out a tad bit.