Confessions

I could go for some Spring, how about you? A mixture of Winter blues, cabin fever, Spring Fever and nesting can make a girl go ca-ca-ca-CRAZY!!! Especially since my body can’t keep up with it all at this point. I want to paint something, which seems to be a pregnancy tradition, but I know it’ll hurt so bad…grrr Almost there…

Confessin with Glam and Mamarazzi:

 

I confess:

• I want to just have a constant flow of Diet Coke into my system today.
• Too many late nights and nights of restless tossing and turning.
• My boyfriend, Bob (aka my body pillow) and I wrestle all night.
• I think my husband is jealous.
• I keep wanting to get a nap in right after the kids leave for school.
• But I live with this:

• If you looked up “Chatty Cathy”, “Tasmanian Devil”, “Constant Shadow”, or “unadulterated energy contained in a small body” in the dictionary, this would be the picture you would see.
• The moment I start falling into an unconscious state she is right there talking, asking for milk, asking me to watch her poop…whatever.
• Sometimes I can lay in my bed with her with the TV on and get a few extra ZZzzZz’s but I will sometimes wake up to her completely naked in my bed, sitting in a pile of bread crumbs and an entire roll of toilet paper scattered throughout the bathroom.
• Yesterday I walked out of my room for a moment and came back to see her holding a syringe-type medicine dose-giver-thingy that I had on my dresser from the other night, which I forgot about. When I left the room there was a teaspoon of red cold medicine in it. When I came back in she was holding it and it was empty. I looked up and this is what I saw:

• It looked like a murder scene!
• It was not only on the ceiling but on my sheets, my comforter, carpets, some clean clothes that were waiting to be put away.
• Okay, maybe not a  murder scene but like someone who cut themselves really bad..
• She couldn’t have been prouder.
• My mom just laughs when we talk on the phone because the whole time my princess is talking away in the background.
• Yesterday we were driving back from Costco and she started chanting “Don't get mad, get Glad!” over and over and we’d just laughed and laughed.
• She also unbuckled herself while I was driving and started roaming the car.
• I told her I was gonna get her a kid’s meal but I won’t if she can’t stay seated and buckled.
• She just said she didn’t want a  kid’s meal.
• That backfired.
• Luckily, she eventually got buckled after I pulled over to get me some Apollo Burger.
• She exhausts me.
• It’s a vicious cycle.