Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Post Partum Pity Party

Welcome to Lizzy's Post Partum Pity Party!!!
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Grab yourself a bowl of cheetos, a pint of ice cream, and have a seat. If your not in the mood to sit and listen to me moan about my silly little troubles then feel free to watch a movie. Here at the PPP Party we watch mid-twentieth century dramas such as Gentleman's Agreement, Come Back, Little Sheba, or Imitation of Life. No happy endings here, just good ol', rip your heart out drama. And, trust me, the movies are much better than my silly sob story. But, if you are a glutton for punishment then just keep on reading.

I've been so good this time around. I've done my best to avoid the post partum blues and I've made it this far unscathed, but today I give up. Today I'm letting the self pity overcome me. Today I'm throwing myself a regular pity party, complete with the works. I even let my kids eat cheetos for breakfast because I believe it's the little details that make the party.

Why am I so blue? Has there been a death in the family, illness, scandal? Has my husband been fired, cheating, or just plain mean? Have my children been misbehaving, making messes, or run away from home? Na. Nothing quite so validating is going on here. Nope, I'm just feeling sorry for myself because I want to. Because I have nothing to wear that isn't too small for me, maternity, or covered in puke/poop. Because I got my house cleaned spick and span last weekend (and I mean SPICK and span) and today it looks like a fuddy-duddy-mother-of-too-many-who-watches-soaps-all-day-long-in-her-mumu kind of house. Because today I almost cried over the spilt milk. Because it was half a gallon of spilt milk and I couldn't find any rags to mop it up because I'm behind in the laundry that was all caught up last weekend. Because Ben & Jerry's is so much easier to eat while holding a baby than chopping veggies for a fresh green salad. Because I want to wake up at 5am to go running before the kids wake up but the thought of loosing just one more hour of sleep makes me want to cry. Because by the time I get Cheeks asleep Mr. Hotness is asleep so I'm left drooling over a car of all things. And because... well... BECAUSE I WANT TO!!!
So, while you are all posting something witty on your amazing blogs, I'm going to go gnaw the cheeto scrudge off my fingers. Enjoy the party. =)

31 comments:

Jen said...

*hugs*

Sounds like you need some retail therapy and a Merry Maid. I have days like that, and I don't have the postpartum excuse... Hang in there.

Erin said...

I was honestly reading this thinking, "Wow, even in her post-partum pitiness she is witty and funny, and I never write this well." And then at the end you wrote "while you are all writing something witty on your amazing blogs..." I wish on a good day I was half as witty as you on your PPP Party day! Enjoy your Cheetos. Keep the tv on for another hour for the kids. It will get better!

Lisa said...

Awww. Can I eat some ice cream with you? Or join in the retail therapy Jen suggested? I'm feeling that way, too, and I have no excuse. I think I am taking a nap today. Get your sleep. You will have plenty of time to exercise when your kids are older and don't need you to open the Cheetos bag. :)

Scribbit said...

I'll bring Penny Serenade and Caramel Sutra. My house is filthy too.

Chocolate on my Cranium said...

Oooo... Pity Parties are so much fun! I wish I could have a really good pity party cry at least once a week. It cleanses out the system, ya know?

Amy Y said...

I like what Jen said... get some retail therapy! Find a babysitter and go enjoy yourself for a couple of hours ~ even if it's at a thrift store (because eventually, you'll get into those too small clothes ~ get cheap stuff for now ~ you won't wear it long!).

Lucy van Pelt said...

I love a good pitty party! Enjoy the ice cream, the Cheetos, and the flick and you'll be feeling better in no time. And at least you have a decent reason for feeling overwhelmed. I'm that way most of the time with no such excuse.

sariqd said...

I don't have an excuse like Post Partum, but I'm going over to a girlfriend's house tonight for a pity party! YAY! It's kinda weird though... that we had to schedule it... Something infinitely wrong with that part of it. Hm. ;-)

Now, off to have a cupcake.

Magirk said...

Ooooh, I'm ALL about pity parties! ;-)

Except, I'm going to have to borrow some Cheetos from you, cuz I've been trying to eat 'nicely' lately. *sigh*

Seriously, though, have you BEEN to my blog lately??? Absolutely nothin' exciting or witty or brilliant going on there, so don't worry about that.

Even more seriously, though. I feel for you, girl. Hugs to you. Hope it doesn't last long, cuz I know it sucks.

Charlotte said...

Liz!! I think we have *all* been there. I remember one day shortly after Micah's birth when I shut all the kids in their toyroom and just cried. For an hour. I think you are doing great and I hope you continue to take care of yourself!!

Poppy said...

We are entitled to those days when that mood strikes...Party on sister! I was right there just last week.

Amber M. said...

Hang in there, lady. Wish we could pity party together. It seems so much more effective when you have an actual person sitting next to you to listen to you whine. At least that's what I think...

Annie said...

My aunt, a mid-wife's assistant, always perscribed a package of black licorice and a good "cryin'" movie. Hope you feel better. :)

Richelle said...

I'll go grab my ice cream I got for free this week thanks to you!

Hang in there!

Lisa said...

is it really possible that you can be perky even in your pity? Seriously, I think this is one of the most entertaining entries i've read all week.

Leslie said...

I totally know what you mean! When #2 was about 2 months old I couldn't get dressed without crying.

But...even in your pity you are very comical and delightful as always. Enjoy the Ben & Jerry's today...the salad can wait for next week!

Sea Star said...

Cheetos for breakfast, I want some! My favorite.

I would love to come and sit on the couch and watch some of those great weepy movies with you.

Keep smiling! It won't always be like this.

An Ordinary Mom said...

Post Partum Pity Party? I will be right over ... but I a might be staying with you for awhile!

Amber said...

Sweetie, we ALL go through that, whether or not we are going through post-partum. Our hormones are bad enough as it is but add a new baby? Craziness. You ARE WONDERFUL and hugs are sent your way to get through this quickly!!

Mrs. Morty said...

Want to come to my house, we can wallow in the mess together :)

Becky said...

I am going to send you some of my special pills.....Hey, what's up with WaMu, is your hotness worried? My brother is getting the boot at the end of the year, but he is glad about it....

Hope said...

Gee, when my P.P. hit, my husband begged me to go to the Doc to see what was wrong with me. So, I did and my Doc told me-"We've been wondering when you were going to come in". I guess I had it bad enough that Ice Cream and Cheetos didn't sound good to me. And either did Chocolate.

dotmother said...

My last baby just got married last month. After celebrating wildly for two weeks, I went into Post Partum Pitiness. I've decided I'll never NOT have Post Partum Pity Parties. Mine was four Cary Grant movies, a whole pizza to myself (because I was all alone - waaaaa)and as much ice cream as I could balance out with tums. I felt much better, and am now reveling in that fact that I can pack up all my son's stuff in grocery bags, give them to him as he leaves the house when he visits - AND I'LL NEVER HAVE TO PICK UP HIS SOCKS AGAIN - HIS WIFE WILL HAVE TO! MWA-HA-HA-HA
Hang in there sweetie - enjoy every PPP you have!

Michal said...

your pity party is probably over by now, but i just wanted to hold your hand through it. i have been there (and will surely be there again.) those days are not easy.
my advice? (if you even want it)--start getting up early to exercise when cheeks is sleeping through the night. and if that doesn't happen until he's 2, then at least you have a good excuse! you need your sleep to do everything else. (disclaimer/warning--this advice is coming from someone with a 19 month old and a flabby belly that still looks 5 months pregnant.):-)

Cheffie-Mom said...

Hi, I'm Debbie. This is my first time to your blog. I know you are having a tough time- but your blog made me smile. You are a great writer. I'll be back soon! Feel better!

Tirzah said...

Enjoy your Cheetos, and thanks for the laugh about breakfast Cheetos!

I hope you can feel better soon, but in the interim, I hope you enjoy indulging and have a great party!

cellista said...

I'm sorry you're having a rough time. This was me last week (minus the post-partum of course, but just as miserable) and your ice cream coupon didn't even cheer me up for long. Thanks for it by the way, and I hope things start looking up. You're still amazingly witty and fun to read. I wish I could write like you.

Caffienated Cowgirl said...

Cheetos? I'll be right over ;o)

Donya said...

Oh darlin', you just summed up my life. What is it with having a new baby that makes everything harder? I didn't feed my kiddos cheetos for breakfast by I did let them eat cinnamon rolls for lunch cuz my V.T. companion gave them to us and I wasn't motivated to actually make anything. At least the cheetos had some nutritional resemblance with the cheese powder right?

Skubaliscious said...

I relate so much to this that it almost made me cry....

mama nina said...

i'm right there with you mama...i just ate peach ice cream with added chocolate covered toffee, walnuts and shredded coconut...while my two sons sleep and my husband is out with co- workers drinking beer...(I don't begrudge him, he works hard and seldom does this...it is just a fact)-and as much as i love motherhood i am crawling out of my skin from nursing EVERY two hours all day long and being woken up at the crack of dawn...well, close to the crack of dawn...to feed a beautiful baby that will grow too fast...whose smile warms the deepest part of my being...i want to cherish every moment and i also want myself back...oh-that's right...things will never be the same...okay-i'd settle for just fitting into my clothes, and a daily shower...i wonder what that chocolate covered toffee would taste like on the cherry ice cream i have...and then i am going to go stare at my boys and give them big kisses...
:-)