Tonight I find myself doing the same thing I’ve done for the past two nights. Miss Sassy Pants is down in Florida with the grandparents and the hubster is in New Orleans. So yes… Julia is in bed and here I sit (again) watching a 3rd-rate movie on Netflix. Whoever invented Netflix really knew how to cure an exhausted soul! I’d break out a bottle of wine, but it’s 2:36 in the morning. On a weekday that might make me a lush…well, and I have to breastfeed in 4 hours.
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Life has a funny way of saying, “Hey, what the heck. Are you an idiot?” And often, I’ll reply, “Yup;” sometimes when someone is looking… just to make them think twice about sitting next to me… because everyone needs their space. Yes, I’ve been walking in a daze. Let me add to that…for the past year and a half. Half exhausted from my non-sleeping one-year-old (and the whining and tantrums of the six-year-old); half carb-induced because I can’t seem to stop shoveling in chicken nachos. What is it with that stuff? Umm…yes, I’m eating a heap now.
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Once upon a time, before I had kids, I was a good Mom. I was patient and kind…and I certainly didn’t yell. My blood pressure was stable and I looked good – no dark circles, no gray hair…and certainly no need for $50 anti-wrinkle cream. There is a saying that goes, “Fix the things you can and leave the rest to God.” So, instead of spending my money of lipo or a face lift I’m pulling resources to fix the house.
There’s something to be said for a good appetite…on someone else. Let’s face it, when it comes to a woman, it gets personal. And, no matter how ravenous a woman is, if you tell her she eats like a horse, you’re going to get your teeth kicked in.
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I am a 24/7 perfectionist that can’t seem to get anything done. Look, if it’s not done right…why do it at all?
I will never understand why I continuously play “Groundhog Day”…day after day…well, after day. Dishes…laundry…feed a face or two…pee, sleep…and then eat to do it all over again. Forget “Rat Race”. Seriously, who’s running in this crazy maze? Is someone testing me to see if I can break out? Is there cheese at the end? Because I like cheese. A lot.
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