The morning after.

The shade I am, is a shade of red I never thought I would be.

This is coming as a shock to me in a way that not even the Spice Girls breaking up or the final season of Sex in the City gave me....

[that is a blatant exaggeration, both of those events ended me in therapy... I wish I was joking]

I am burnt.

I am burnteth.

I am feeling the burn.

I am that thing that happens to so many people I used to pity. I AM SUN BURNT.

I saw myself turning slowly into a tomato and rashly thought to myself, 'boo, you ALWAYS turn brown in the morning.... you got this baby.' But I was wrong.

[Yes, I call myself boo... it makes me feel loved, and wanted, and cherished. OK?]

I was DEAD wrong.

I am awake.

And I am not brown.

So I am rallying for story time at the library.... trying to find a way to wear a bra and not cry from the crispy pain I know is inevitable.....

I can do this.... I will do this for my babies. 

I will get that library card Mini has been pining over....

I will pat the name drum for the Toddler when he refuses too...

I will make it through the glitter and the glue and the crafting. 

I will LIKE IT.

I will not like it, but I will do it. 

But enough with my pain......

As I sit here and write, I hear this little squeaky, "hey mom... hey mama?? I love you. Is that impossible?"

No babe, that is not impossible that is perfect.

And I have one of those devastating thoughts, what will it be like when he's off to college and I don't hear those random 'I love you's' from the kitchen anymore.......... 

This is what life is about. 

Don't forget it. 

It Goes to 11.

God, I really want to lie to you right now. I want to tell you that I totally spaced sharing this post... that it was already written yesterday [on time]... I want to lie to you, but I can't. I won't. You DESERVE the truth. 

Yesterday was a monster day, I just was miserable with allergies-they really have gotten me shookith and all I want to do is claw my eyes out all day. 

AND today, today I actually had half the day with just my Mini and it was AWESOME. Even though we spent most of it grocery shopping, which I loath. It was SO nice to not have to break up a sibling fight almost all day. And honestly, it was such a good day that I wasn't sure this blog was even going to go up today.... but then little man came home, the TODDLER entered the front door. And he was demanding that I remove the chocolate from his lactose free milk that he had just ask me to put in.... and he was trying to steal his sisters jewelry box.... and just like that-I was back in mommy reality. Which I love more than anything, but it is real life... and real life is not perfect.

I had to make a final stop before settling in for the night, and on the way the kiddos requested music. I knew just what to do... since the Toddler had not slept-and was a bit of a sass- I knew I could get away with playing his night, night music and let him pass out a little bit early. So, in true Toddler form, I played his never fail play list of songs. I found out at a young age, the only type of music that would soothe him in the car was rap.... and over the years that fact has NEVER changed. 

DRAM-Broccoli, Amine-Caroline, and Kyle-iSpy..... does. the. trick.

Youtube them... if you want.... I LITERALLY give zero craps if you judge me. It's just music, which is art, which I support because I'm not a soulless demon.  [Are you??]

My dad used to quote a saying that I live my life the exact opposite to, because it always PISSED me off so much as a child and now even more so as an adult. Because he was wrong in my opinion and the quote was the antithesis of how I am raising my children: 

"If you're too open minded your brain will fall out."

Like, EW, just typing it made me feel gross. LIKE EW. Wtf is that telling our kids, wtf did it tell us as kids. I know it messed with my brother his entire life until he passed. AKA, DON'T accept anything unless your parents tell you too..... yeah no, I'm going to have to pass on that. 

Do you feel gross? I feel gross. pauses to take a shower, hug my babies, tells them they can do anything, tells myself loving things, comes back to computer.

The Toddler fell asleep midway through the second song, and is still out. I know what I'm doing.... half the time.... ok 10% of the time... with advice and love and forgiveness.

But it worked. And I'm grateful.

So, this sure is a rambling blog... and I am fine with it. Moral of the story, don't be an ass. Be open. Raise open minded kids. Be loving. Love with an open mind and an open heart, I promise it's worth it. 

Rant over. is it really ever over with me? that is a solid NOPE, but for today, you are relieved of your duty.

So, as I sit here.... I am wondering. How do you guys feel about a live video this Sunday? A get ready with me video maybe? I don't know... I'm just spit balling over here. We will see. 

Maybe that is a next week thing.....

I'm so rude.

Day 3 of Summer Break....

It was a dark and stormy night.... actually it was an overcast 90 degree day... and it was the third day of summer break. As I sat pool side, I thought to myself, 'self, it has been a really good three days.... I'm so glad.... it is all going so carefree and fun.' Well, self just done jinxed herself. Idiot.

If you have ever met the Toddler, you know.... he really is his own leader. He is independent, strong willed, a one man show, pushy, demanding, and a big love muffin [did I mention strong willed?] One thing he also is, and it has caused many a grey hair, he is the most accident prone child I have ever met.... I wish the ER just had a tab... because I would have left ours open once he learned how to walk. He is my baby boy and I am so in love with his personality, just like I am with his sisters-BUT he is just like her, in that he is really a character. He just is one of a kind.

Today we went to the pool with his bestie, they decided it was time to take a snack break [the pool makes the kids take a break every hour] and they sat across from each other sharing a massive box of M&M's the Toddler calls them chocolate Skittles and I support that and they each dove into their own snow cones as well. They were finally finishing up with their little picnic when the Toddler shockingly leaned back and fell straight back onto the pavement. I jumped up as it was happening and scooped him up as fast as I could, but I knew it was going to be bad. And honestly, I was terrified for him. 

I tried to stay calm, but I was probably a psychopath.... I own it, head wounds scare the shit out of me. I called his doctors office while holding the 44 pound Toddler sob/screaming in my ear understandably and the idiot on the other line wouldn't let me speak to a nurse, instead she was going to save me... her front desk skills were equipped to judge if my son was OK.... I am not belittling her job, I am saying her advice was a liability for their office, her said advice was crap and ended up being wrong as well. bisch stay in your lane, my son is freaking hurt. 

We made it to the urgent care, I wasn't sure what was going to happen but they were beyond sweet and patient with him. 

The doctor finally made it into the room, and mid-conversation the Toddler, as politely as he could asks, 'Can it be my time to talk yet?' Thank god she had a threenager of her own, and she was so sweet to him.... it was his turn to talk after all.

He had real tears in his eyes, the saddest baby boy face quiver EVER, "Well, my mommy she, she wasn't there... she wasn't there behind me... she should have been behind me but she didn't. And so I fell back because I didn't have my mommy, and if she had been there [big sob sniff here] she would have stopped me from falling, but she wasn't and that was wrong [insert devastating sobbing]"

Well, I'm an asshole. Great. In my defense, I've never had to sit behind him on a bench, but I will be from now on, dang it. 

He has a mild concussion. He has a failure as a mother. He has a nasty looking head wound under his politician hairdo. He has a sister that insisted she could take better care of him the rest of the day. And he will be OK. Which is the most important thing to me. 

It is the third day of summer break. Just the third. I can do this. I can make it through the summer break..... I just need to keep everyone alive. How hard can that be? Cue the Toddler being awake at any point this may be harder than I thought. 

The Toddler, the invincible 

Mom Bod.

I had sushi tonight... because sushi is life. Duh.... 

I am sitting here, changed out of my loose romper into my roomier elastic band shorts and man shirt..... and I need to talk about what is happening. It is insane how much this happens.... it IS an epidemic and it is NOT our faults. It's those damn kids we had.... literally stop judging me.... they are perfect and wonderful and I don't regret having them for a single millisecond BUT they change things. They change a lot of things. 

So lets get deep into what happens... I want to break this reality wide open. But, I swear, if I end up being the only one going through this, I am going to be so pissed, because then it isn't mom bod-it is just my bod.... and if that is the case then just lie to me, please:

1. I had two c-sections, not by choice but because my hip bones are viced together like two codependent lovers with trust issues.... I tried all natural labor for 52 hours with Mini and I dilated 1 cm at 42 weeks and almost had a stroke, your girl tried. Rushed into an emergency c-section, they numbed the wrong part of my body, I felt them cutting me open, I almost broke my teeth chattering etc.... yeah I earned that kid.... but the doctors in Florida are bosses and they stitch your belly tight and right-apparently that isn't required in Indiana....... rude. 

*I found that out second kid in, and now I am sitting here with Zorro's signature etched into my skin between my puffin and my belly button. The great thing about the top notch stick work is that this has created a shelf I keep all of our fine china on. Thanks to my Gyno, Thanksgiving has some fancy pieces I keep tucked in my Spanx for safe keeping-don't worry they won't be budging off my shelf... I'm a professional at skin packing. Speaking of...........

2. I remember many, many years ago this thing.... the name eludes me most days. I don't know if I am the only one that knows it only as just a very faint memory..... it's that thing called, if I remember correctly, skin elasticity? Yes, that's it. I used to have that! I am sure of it, but BABES where did it go? Like, she gone. She bye Felicia'd me a long time ago. I have to tuck this skin in everywhere. I am losing places to put it... I've only got so many pockets in these overalls.....I have gained some new skills thanks to high waisted shorts.... thanks to duck tape.... thanks to Youtube.... it takes a village to find places for all these folds.... But those skin rolls do come in handy for nights like tonight=

3. Because as I sit here, the sodium and carbs have created the CUTEST baby belly ever.... [not pregnant with anything but emotions]

4. Moving on, who else finds those boob stretchmarks unnecessary? Just me? No? I mean I have rocked butt stretchmarks since I was 11, because I'm a damn giant so obviously I got my Tiger stripes early. BUT did I need to add them 20 years later to every other surface of my body? DID I? I didn't need to but y'all my body is an overachiever.... now I know where my kids get it. 

Last but certainly not least....

5. You know the last unexpected gift I received from my post baby bod? Moments after my first was born, they actually showing up on my face and I was gifted with not one but two... Those really awesome black rings- you know the ones right under your bloodshot eyes providing proof of the next 18 years of exhaustion you have embarked on. But to non-parents it just looks like I have ridden the back of a dragon who has just risen from the flames of the 7th realm of hell to carry me off to my sacrifice every single morning only to return me once again at night during 'bed time'. No, I am not sick.... No, I am not hungover, No, the Toddler didn't break my nose again...... I'm a MOTHER.... ok? These are mother eyes... or is it also, just me? Is it? Oh god.... am I the only mess? 

Crap.

Ok.... maybe this is just a 'me' thing, but as I am rubbing my baby sushi belly-I just needed to talk about it, because.... I'm on this struggle bus some days and I hope I'm not the only one.... 

I hope you all stay cool today! Happy Sunday. 

Living my best life. 

Things that make you go 'Ew'

Want to know the fastest way for me to LOATH you? 

Do you?

Here it is: 

PSA; Eating your damn food while talking on your Instagram stories..... Honestly, who do you think you are? That you're cute enough to get away with, literally, the most disgusting habit ever. You aren't cute, you should have learned how to chew with your mouth closed at two... like BOTH of my children. It can ruin a full hour of my day... so please, close your mouth... take the two seconds to swallow before you start filming your dog dancing, or your kid reciting Edger Allan Poe, or an update of your booty gains. Please. Thank you. God bless. 

Ok, I won't loath you but I will judge you. Promise.

As I am sitting here, getting ready for the day-cleaning up last nights mayhem.... trying to figure out dinner-something crock pot related since tonight is Mini's musical..... I get a phone call, 'Mrs. Smith... this is Mini's teacher, she forgot her tambourine do you mind bringing it to school?' 

It's 8 AM, first of all I didn't OK the tambourine coming home in the first place.... second of all-if I bring it back to school it better stay there. And third, do you guys want a Toddler to help rehearse? Because he's free.

Speaking of the Toddler, he just graced me with his present for a snack... not to see me, just because he needs a snack while he builds Lego towers upstairs. But in true him form he has dressed himself.... in checker sweat pants and suspenders... because how else would you wear suspenders? He says he wants to be a doctor but he definitely could make it as an influencer if that back fires.... [if you detect sarcasm I think we just became best friends]

 Anywhoooo....

I think I am finally forgiving the chopping I had to witness this morning VIA social media.... I'm recovered. I can finally have a peaceful day, delivering tambourines, picking up musical dresses and flowers and bread [unrelated, we just need bread]......

I hope y'all have a beautiful Tuesday! 

Fact: Tambourines don't have a mute button....and that is awful.

Hello again old friend... Monday.

You guys... I am so sorry... I'm a day late but now not a post short. 

Do you ever have those days where you know it is just... not going to happen?

Yesterday was one of those days for me.... I wrote three posts, and none of them seemed right. 

[So they are saved for a different day.... maybe]

I am sitting here in a dark-ish kitchen, by choice.... some may call it hiding silently because your kids are both playing nicely in their own rooms and you're afraid to breath. Others may call it 'relaxing'.

I grilled some turkey burgers and now have them slathered in Hooters sauce and Sweet Baby Ray's, because I'm disgusting. Today I spent the day deep cleaning, which lasted about two hours into Mini being home and the Toddler waking up from his nap... my house is now destroyed again, I'm really sorry you missed it. 

Still, I managed to take the dog for a walk, so that was a win.... the Toddler shit on me about an hour ago-so that was fun. Got an AARP magazine in the mail which was a little sting to the ego, it's like they know it's almost my birthday and they needed to get their jabs in. They were successful.... 

But you guys, it's almost 7 pm here which is super close to 8:30-a movie length worth of time... and I really am praying that I am not pooped on in between now and then. Miracles can happen. They can.

Does anyone else feel like May is just a mess after you have school aged kids? Like, May is a rush and just packed full of craziness and then.... JUNE happens and you miss May's craziness? I feel that way more and more every year. So, I decided to fight against it this year...... Mini is not going to be in 9 camps like she was last year. The Toddler won't be doing sports this summer. And I will be drinking margaritas while watching them play outside whenever I deem it acceptable and give literally no shits. maybe a few but nothing a margarita can't handle.

I hope your Monday went by as fast as happy hour on a Wednesday..... I hope you too found your hiding spot while the kids played at some point.... and I hope your Tuesday doesn't make you wish it was Friday-I'll see you guys on tomorrows post!! 

The Poop Monster.

Who do you think YOU are?

You guys.... It just hit me like a ton of bricks. I... am going to have a fifth grader this year. 

I may cry [I always cry these days so that may is a definite] I'm not ready. SHE'S STILL A BABY.

Now the Toddler can go to school tomorrow, I'm fine with that.... He needs it, but Mini.... she can't. She needs to just stop growing. She looks like a damn adult, and I AM NOT HERE FOR IT. 

She is still so 'kid' in so many areas, but I want to make sure that I am preparing her the best I can... and also making as many memories as I can with her. I don't know if you know this... but parenting, you guys, it is no joke. It is so fun, hard, scary, sad, and in the midst of those feelings YOU have to be the adult?? These poor kids have US as their sounding board, their strength... Their EXAMPLE of what to be/how to be when they grow up.... and I'm sorry but most of us are shit shows. 

Real Talk: Who reading this thinks, 'I've got my shit together.... you're wrong!' Well my friends, who ever thinks that is a narcissist.... so I feel bad for your children. Anyone that has a pebble of a brain realizes we are not equipped to do this. We aren't. I don't care what book you read.... what your pastor told you... what your psychic saw in your reading.... You don't know a damn thing. You are helping create a person, and you only have 18 years [if you are lucky] and then you send that prototype out... no redo's, no fixies, just PLOP here is a human. 

You can teach them so much, but what are you doing? I fail every single day as a parent. I know I do. I feel it in my heart, how disappointed I am in situations. I hate it, and no this isn't a woe is me post... it's just my reality. I want to treat my babies the way I want them to treat their future babies. And I am a big work in progress.... I could use the time. But in parenting there is never enough time.

So, now.... I'm going to be raising a fifth grader. She is going to be 11 this year. I have only SEVEN years left to help her be equipped for adulthood. For college. For student loans. For a savings account. For taxes. For housing. For...... for not needing me in the capacity that we both have grown so accustom too. For not needing me to pack her lunch. For not needing me to check her calendar. For not needing me to order her 'must need' limited edition tennis shoes for gym. For not needing me to folder her laundry.... and I know, I want her to not need me-it's healthy-but the codependent weirdo in me wants her to need me forever. I guess that is parenting, isn't it? 

Of course all the feels hit when I go to student success night at her school... I see how much she has done, how much she has progressed, her accolades on the walls and halls and class room and it just stings. Like a shooting pain in my heart, she is growing up.... and what all does she still need from me, to be prepared? 

I need to be more... to do more... to show more... but tonight, I just hugged her a little bit more than usual... kissed on her a little bit more.... let her drink sparkling grapefruit juice out of a wine glass.... may have let her have two desserts... and let her stay up a little bit past her normal bed time, because she's still my baby for another 7 years-and that means something. 

Can you all do me a favor tomorrow? Can you just hug your babies, extra long tomorrow... and if you don't have your own- hug your besties/siblings/cousins etc babies instead. They all need it, and so do you. 

Happy late Thursday! 

I grew them.

Send coffee.

I fell asleep sitting up last night... apparently, I was tired. The worst part was that I fell asleep BEFORE I ate dinner. That means I need to eat two dinners tonight, right?

Last night I was so tired because I had to *help* Mini finish her science fair project. It was a tad bit stressful. But we got it done. 

I had the whole afternoon planned out so we wouldn't be stressed. You know how it goes when you're super planned out and prepared and then the universe is like, 'Nah bisch, you not going to do it that way.... OKKKKKRRRRR' [did I mention the universe only talks in Cardi B, which is literally the only reason why I tolerate it's attitude]. So instead of my plan... this is what happened:

I got the toddler down for a long nap, set up to clean the house... and the phone rings, "Hey mom, one of my wires has popped out and cut my lip... I need to go get it fixed." It is 1 PM.... I have to set up an appt within 2 hours. I can do this... it still fits in my 'plan' for the day..... 

I was fine, until I called and found out their local office is closed on Monday and I have to drive 45 minutes during rush hour to a not so wonderful area to get her bracket fixed.... OK, so that takes about 2-2.5 hours out of my stress-free plan..... I'm getting a little stressed now. JUST a little, it's fine. It's fine. 

Y'all.... it's fine. 

Now it is almost 6:30 PM..... and we haven't started. And we still have to go print these sheets because my printer isn't working..... and oh, yeah dinner. AND WE DON'T have enough letters for the damn title. 

CUE KIDS FIGHTING.

Of course they are fighting. Why not? [my eye starts to twitch] 

My mom calls and I finally take her up on her offer to help.... please bring more 3 inch gold lame letters. Thank god she did, it probably kept me from giving up and getting wine instead and letting Dallas put his special twist on his idea of what a science project should be AKA box of crayons and the display board. 

By the time we were done it was about an hour past bed time, and my OCD had kicked into high gear.... so I sent them to bed to work on my masterpiece by myself...... and fell asleep somewhere mid-lighting set up and watching insta-stories. 

I promise... this will be my last 'day in the life of a hot mess mom' ramble for a while.... 

[annoyed even by myself]

Have an awesome Tuesday guys!!

Friday tales on a Sunday.

I don't know what is in the air... but it's not good.

I hate to be one to complain... cue the complain train:

This week has been... a week. As I hide behind my laptop my children have just subsided their fighting over an emoji pillow for the first time in over an hour, thanks to my homemade blueberry muffins, that I'm not supposed to have but am lusting over in a really weird way. 

Baking shit, it could solve wars-I swear. 

For now it just solved the fight over the double heart eye emoji pillow from-probably Walmart- that cost a grand total of five bucks and is worth throwing down over between a ten and three year old.

The logic there is really solid you guys. This is a fight worth having. 

I MEAN. 

*cracks open a 4:32 PM Beer....*

Literally. Judge me. 

Toddler realizes that after throwing himself on the floor over the pillow, mommy needs a break so he slowly shuts the door between us. He knows what he did.

It's Friday. 

Some of my friends are going home and getting pretty... some are meeting someone for happy hour.... and I'm sitting here in my mom romper and my mom messy bun and my mom life.... and I'm praying I get to the early bird special in time while knowing FULL well that my kids are going to be assholes the entire time and I will have to correct them. in public but I DO NOT CARE. I need to feel like I'm someone that leaves their house. Even if it's to the early bird special in my grandma cardigan and even if I still make it home by 6 PM to watch animal specials on Netflix.... I just wanna live.....

I JUST WANNA LIVE.

puts half the of the beer back in the fridge for later after sealing the top because.... I can't get too crazy... I have children. 

[also waste not want not]

who have I become?

Could you just not?

Where is your Mother?

'Mini, what are you doing to your brother?' Walks in on her flopping her brother all over as he refuses to cooperate. 

'I'm teaching him how to dab.'

'I don't think he wants to....' as he goes full limp body onto the floor.

Thursday mornings are always a treat..... 

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So.... yesterday was day one of braces. 

Mini and I got in a little tiff. 

I just want to be honest, I feel like y'all deserve that. 

Yesterday wasn't a 'facebook' posting kind of a day.

It was a.... 'I wish parenting had a mental health day' day. 

My daughter got upset at me because I told her that her tongue will get used to the braces and the lisp will go away. Apparently that is.... NOT OKAY. [she wants the lisp to stay?]

She gave me the silent treatment when I informed her of that... after she let me know I was dumb... with her eyes. which is the worst feeling ever. Moms of tweens.... you KNOW.

and then there is the toddler.

THE TODDLER.

He was almost banned from the Y yesterday.... he was standing his ground not to leave after two hours, and they were not amused.... neither was I.... it.... was.... humbling.

I think toddlers continually provide their parents with humbling moments.... and I'm honestly not here for it. 

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Then this morning I wake up to the MOST angelic face in the world asking to climb into bed and snuggle and I just melted.... I realized in that moment, as I have many times before that I rather be 'silent treatment-ed' by my tween and 'humbled' by my toddler every single day than have even a moment without them. They are my people. 

Happy Thursday!! 

The toddler and the tween.

I thought today was Monday.

Today felt like a Monday. My sinus infection is really putting a cramp in my sleep schedule. But my sinus infection can suck it. I don't have time to be tired. I don't have time to NOT sleep. 

I hit snooze 10 times. I'm literally the worst mom and I hit snooze TEN times. I still packed her lunch, drove her to school... but I really pushed the envelope today.

Every inch of my body felt like it had been hit by a train. But life happens and I had to shove myself into momentum. Coffee. Coffee helps most everything, and nasal spray. That statement makes me feel old. But, as I take all 8 of my vitamins and my heart burn medicine- I feel that nasal spray kick in and I am feeling a LOT better. 

After drop off I got to photograph an awesome little dude and we got into some tacos for his session. So it was perfect. And then I went to Target..... so, I mean. You get it, you know. I was fine. I will survive today, Venti latte in hand- and a red cart in the other, you pretty much feel invincible at least until you check out. 

And once you get past check out, you remember you have a doctors appointment. 

Dermatologist time.

Honestly one of my more exciting appointments, my dermatologist has completely changed my skin in 6 weeks, after a year of cystic acne and pain and scars-and multiple doctors promising me they could fix it. Low T has really screwed with my body, but at least someone has me on the right track skin wise- Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

We made a plan for next month, burning my face off for weeks on end until I have a whole new face.

Sound so fun I can hardly wait. 

I finally made it home, cleaned the house, fed the fam, and put to everyone to bed..... I finally had some quiet time to take a shower. Mid-shower [the steam feeling like a million little hands massaging my sinuses] and I hear a tap on the door.

nooooo. no. just no. go to bed. -says the little voice in my head.

"Yes?" my mouth says. Against the little voices' better judgement.

"Mom I peed myself...." [literally only one pull up left in the house till tomorrow]

"What?"

"Yeah, I peed... I'm really disappointed in myself"

You and me both babe, you and me both.

"It's okay boo, I'll be right out."

I swear you guys, today just felt like Monday.

And of course mid popcorn pour for the kids the bag exploded.... so I ate counter popcorn.

Well Hello There...

Isn't it weird how you have a baby and then boom! They are a year old. That is how I feel. The past year has been so fun, busy, and full of new adventures. 

Today provoked me to sit back down in front of my screen. It just has been to long. I have been yearning to take the time to do so, but I kept making excuses, being too tired, or just trying to make it through to the next crazy day. But today, I am sitting down. In between Walking Dead and Gotham, this is happening. 

Last month Little man decided to headbutt me before bedtime, collapsing the rest of my already deviated septum. So I went to get it fixed last Wednesday. I can breathe now, but I am miserable. This is not a surgery I would recommend for people with small children. It's done with now though... no going back. 

There was this sweet moment today, I was standing in the kitchen (I can't smell or taste anything thanks to the surgery) and I was trying to figure out dinner. Little man was standing screaming holding onto my legs (his molar is coming in, the last of four) his nap wasn't near long enough. Mini Me and I were trying to keep him happy. In that moment, the dogs were whining because the baby is upset, the cat was trying to snuggle him, Mini was trying to bribe him with Barbies... and my legs were his personal snot-filled jungle gym, I really thought about how I needed a walk in closet. Not for clothes but for hiding. And meditating. I need to make sure there is a wine fridge in there.... and a TV with Netflix. Crap, I'm a mom.... there is no time for Netflix and Chill between 4:30 AM and 8 PM... and then again not allowed between around 12 AM-2 AM depending on if Little Man wants to sleep or party. 

The kitchen day dreaming passed, and the dogs calmed. The cat found a chair to sleep in. Little Man took the bribe and was content with the Barbie. Mini and I stood in the kitchen eating chicken fries and garlic bread... because it is Monday. There is no rhyme or reason to today, other than we are happy, we are healthy, and we are together...

Tomorrow is another day, and I cannot wait to see what it holds for my gang. 

Great to connect again!