Sarah - Easter 1998. Go ahead and giggle. We always do. This picture is a family favorite. I love those little, er, big cheeks and soft, pink skin!
Today I'm going for honesty. Sometimes we look around at our peers and only see the amazing, wonderful, super-humanish things they are accomplishing. All in ONE day! And at a FRACTION of the cost! What does it accomplish? Two things: First, it makes the peddler of "I'm fantastic! Look what I can do" feel like a champ. And second, it makes all the other ladies feel like freaking losers.
Guilt - that companion of women that eats our hearts out and makes us forget what we're good at.
Because honestly, we all do great, amazing things. Every single day. And we also all have toast under our couch, or a disaster of a closet somewhere in the house. Or a freaking weed patch where the bounteous garden should be (guilty, guilty, and guilty).
Here's a little of what I've been up to lately. I promise you, it will give you a great self-esteem boost.
This morning, I yelled at my children and gave a snarky comment to Neal just as he was walking out the door. We also didn't have scripture study because Sarah was going to be late for school. But that was all Neal's fault. And I told him so. Very rudely.
Abby has had candy, and only candy (and maybe some chocolate milk) to eat for the last 3 days. I just now opened up a chocolate bunny for her. And she's still in her jammies with a pair of too-small church shoes on and jolly rancher sticky all over her chin. She also still poops and peeps in her diapers.
I swore under my breath this morning as I stepped on the scale. Then, I swore again when I realized there was no toilet paper in the bathroom about 3 minutes too late.
Only crumbs were left in the tortilla chip bag, and they're amazing chips, so I poured them in a bowl, dumped some salsa in there, and ate it with a spoon like cold cereal. The easter baskets have also been trolled by me this morning, in the hopes that the kids left something good behind for me to steal. And, last week, I started up my diet coke habit again, and I'm trying to hide it from my husband. I went coke-free for 12 weeks! Then the migraines started. Tylenol sucks, so I've resumed my self-medicating.
No wonder I swore at my scale.
I've been walking past the pile of ironing on my treadmill for 2 weeks now. Meanwhile, Neal's shirt supply is dwindling. I think I caught him sniffing the pits of a shirt this morning in the hopes he could still wear it today.
The dog pooped in the dining room and front room. More than once. And the carpet shampooer is just sitting there - waiting patiently for me to use it. Damn dog.
I made my kids cry when I told them that next time Molly pooped in the house, I was going to slit her throat. I even showed them the knife I would use.
Neal was on the phone with the Bishop from our old ward. Sarah walked by and announced loudly, "I need to go poop!" That was just after our dinner conversation about why the word "penis" is such a gross word. And I once again had to tell Sarah that cooked calf testicles are rocky mountain oysters, not rocky roads.
At church, one of my primary kids who has played at our house before with Kate, told one of the primary presidency members, "They (speaking of the Peton's) have a really messy toyroom!"
I really, really miss my anti-depressants. I can't wait to go back on them when I have the baby.
I could go on, because trust me, there's more. But I do need to get some things done this morning. After I troll facebook, start up a game of "words with friends" with my little brother, and sit with Abby on the couch and join her for her 3rd movie of the morning.
Have a good day everyone!