I used to be better at doing things. I used to be better at taking care of babies. I definitely used to be more organized. I used to have a 'to go' diaper bag all ready when I went out. Nowadays I'm running around the house last minute like a chicken with it's head cut off, throwing baby gear into a plastic zip lock bag just before running out the door.
And so many times now, when going to change Eóghan, I realize that I forgot a diaper, or the wipes, or a changing pad.
Also now, most times while giving Eóghan a bath, I'm having to resort to using paper towels as wash cloths as I am constantly forgetting to get one BEFORE I put him in the water! Thank goodness the roll of paper towels is at hand! (And, thank goodness, so far I haven't forgotten to lay out a towel beforehand!)
I keep all his lotions and creams out on the counter otherwise I know I will forget something:
But it's so messy looking so I finally brought an ugly little organizer:
And, while I have all his paraphernalia for the bath finally organized and at hand, I usually forget one of the after-bath steps anyway!
(Lucky for me that EÓGHAN REMEMBERS! See how he looks to the side for the next cream/lotion/powder to come!)
And, something else I used to be better at is exercise. I used to be so much more disciplined. I just started another (and hopefully one that will LAST) diet/exercise program.
The diet lifestyle is something new I'm trying but the exercise routine is something I used to do and enjoy everyday. Nowadays I don't find too much enjoyment in exercising at all.
I used to be able to do Level Three for each routine! Now I am lucky if I can make it through Level One for each routine.
AND I USED TO BE ABLE TO LIFT MUCH HEAVIER WEIGHTS! I used to use twenty pound weights for my biceps, eight pound weights for my triceps, and five pound weights for my shoulders and back. Now, I am lucky if I can get through the arm routine using eight pound weights for my biceps, three for my triceps, and I now use NO weights for the shoulder/back muscles.
I'm pathetic now. And it's discouraging. I feel weak and I feel old.
Oh, well, what can you do?
I don't know if I'll get any better at the memory thing, but I'm hoping the exercise routine gets easier as time goes on.
In some ways I actually love the aging process, but in other ways, well, not so much.