Day 1

The Trouble With Ducks


I don't know what your ducks are like, but mine never stay in a row. This blog has been on my mind for a long time, but things kept bumping my ducks out of order - birthday parties, pregnancy, job changes, my husband bringing home nine chickens - the timing was just never perfect.

Well, forget perfect. I am going for fabulous.

"Fabulous?!" The practical voice in my head is screaming. "You just had a baby six days ago, your house is a wreck, your body is not much better, you aren't sleeping and and you think this is the time to start pursuing the path to fabulousness?" "Yep," I say back "this is the right time."

Welcome to my breed of crazy.

You see, I need fabulous right now. I need to find it in the whirlpool of diapers, laundry and 3 a.m. feedings that are my life. I need to find it in the puffy, pale bedraggled person who looks back at me from the mirror.

So, while three of my "ducks" are with grandma and the fourth is asleep, I am going to make my first stab at fabulous. Fabulous should always begin with a shower.


(1 hour, 1 feeding session and 1 poopy diaper later)


A long hot shower, a delicious new body wash, shaved legs and I am feeling much closer to fabulous.