I enjoy staying at home with my kids, but I wish I could use earplugs most of the time. Then I wouldn’t say shut up so much. My child has a disease: ‘constus interruptus’…
Dayquil and I don’t get along. I swear, it makes me high as a kite. Someone on facebook said they were having coffee and Dayquil and I thought.. man, I couldn’t drive like that!
I was a cheerleader in a former life. Rah! I could even do the splits. (awaits laughter)
I’ve gained about 50 lbs since high school, but I like myself a little fat more than I did skinny. I hated myself. Some people want to revisit high school? Not me. Ever.
Up to about 2 weeks ago, I would have said I wasn’t vain. Then I dropped 5 lbs overnight with that horrible flu. Giant frown lines showed up in my forehead. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t flatten them out. The harder I tried, the deeper the frown. That’s what I get for rarely looking in the mirror and being so unhappy for half my life. Guess I am vain. Also? my skin looks so horrible, pores sticking out everywhere. WTH? I think I aged 10 years overnight. Give me back my fat!
I’ve been tipsy a couple of times, but never falling down drunk. I don’t like the taste of most alcohol. So just ‘have a glass of wine to relax’ doesn’t work for me. Mixing drinks takes work.
As much as I said I would never put my kid head to toe in pink, eventually I saw it as a necessity. I get *so* tired of ‘what a cute little boy’. Um, the pink shirt didn’t clue you in?
Going with the above, I used to hate clothes shopping, but I adore shopping for my girls. Or, any kid, really. Especially power bargain shopping. K needs some more pants for next fall and I’m chomping at the bit to go get it done while they’re on sale at this time of year. I still don’t enjoy shopping for me much.
I used to try and make Keeley smile every morning. Laugh. Now it’s just enough to get through until 8 am when I turn the tv on for her. I make Brennan smile and laugh. I’m not capable of making both of them happy. Then again, I’m not sure I can MAKE my 3 year old happy. Doesn’t she have some responsibility for that herself? She seems to choose bad behavior and sadness too much for my taste.
I know I’m way too hard on myself, but can’t seem to help it. I do something, it’s automatically wrong. Someone else does the same thing, I say, ‘don’t be so hard on yourself’. It doesn’t seem fair.
I’m desperate to get my house finished up, but I can’t seem to get anything going. I go through once a week or so and try and cut through the clutter, but as soon as I do, it seems as if ‘everyone else’ makes a mess. I’m so busy doing that, that I can’t focus on paint colors, or… anything else. This goes for every area of my life.
There are a LOT of people who view my blog, and 44 have even typed in my blog name to a search engine, but I rarely get any comments (well unless it has to do with a giveaway!) the same 5 people comment all the time. Come on people, make my day!