I’m convinced that Melissa Gorga did not mean for these rules to apply to a mom of a wee little infant and a tantruming two-year-old.
She must have meant them for moms of older children. Older, more well-behaved children who sleep through the night and clean up after themselves. And cook dinner.
At least I’d like to think that. I mean there’s really no possible way to do EVERYTHING Melissa suggests in a 24-hour day. I’m accomplishing the basic parts of her strategy, but certain pieces are falling through the cracks in these last two weeks.
For example, exercising, which is suggested in order to keep myself looking fit for my hubby.
When I’m not pregnant, I am an avid runner. I have been slowly easing back into it, but since this experiment started, I think I’ve gone maybe three times. In two weeks. Normally I would go four times per week. But there is just no time!
I used to go in the mornings while my husband and daughter were eating breakfast. Usually the baby would still be asleep or contentedly hanging out in his vibrating chair.
Now, my mornings are spent serving cereal. Fetching coffee. Making my husband’s lunch. Not wearing my favorite fuzzy blue robe. All weird stuff that I never used to do. So obviously, I have less time at my disposal. This has meant a lot less running.
I also used to read books and watch my own TV shows. Now I’m stuck watching hockey so I can spend time with my beloved husband.
Yes, I can read a book while he’s watching TV, but it’s hard for me to concentrate. It’s just not the same as being curled up in bed ALONE with a book. Or being curled up in bed ALONE with some General Hospital or The Young and the Restless. (If spending nights each with our separate TiVoed shows is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.)
Don’t even get me started on how I haven’t finished an episode of The Real Housewives of Miami in two weeks. I thought maybe tonight would be the night, but nope. It will just have to wait. Much like Adriana’s wedding guests had to. (I saw a spoiler on Watch What Happens Live.)
For Day 15 of The Melissa Gorga Experiment, we spent the evening as we so often do during the fall and winter months- my husband watching hockey and me doing anything else besides watching hockey.
Since we were out of booze, I was stumped on what to offer him as he sat in the recliner watching the Flyers. “Would you like some…tea?” I offered hesitantly.
“That would be nice,” he said.
“Okay, what kind?” I asked.
“Surprise me,” he answered.
I toyed with the idea of brewing him a cup of my Mother’s Milk lactation tea, but then thought, would Melissa Gorga do that?
I think not.