sometimes I’m the Mom, sometimes I’m the babysitter
First trimester of pregnancy = lame, boring and oh so tired.
Today, I was a Mom. I fed the kids good, healthy food. I had planned activities. I made sure they didn’t burn the house down.
Yesterday, I was a babysitter. I fed them leftovers. I had the TV on. I made sure they didn’t burn the house down.
After a day like yesterday, I just feel so…bad. Like a terrible Mom. I know that I can do better than that, but I just didn’t have what it took. Part of it is related to my situation of pregnancy. The other part is related to the fact that I finally caved and started reading another book series that shall remain nameless…*coughtwilightcough* and of course finished the first two in a matter of days.
Again with the addictive personality. Hate it! Hate, hate, hate it! I can’t be a normal person, one who can casually read a book. Nope, not me. I have to go 110%, balls to the wall, never quitting ’til it’s done. And I annoy the piss out of myself.
Best news ever? Carly bought me the last two books! I texted her and said, “You know, that’s like buying an addict Heroin.” She just laughed.
Here’s how I feel:
Sure, I joke, I joke. I’m not addicted to drugs, alcohol or sex (despite the fact I have 2 1/2 kids.) I’m just addicted to books. *Sigh*
Side note: that’s a really cool dance, though, right? I know! Yay SYTYCD! This is my favorite dance from the show:
Sure, it’s because I think Mark is so gosh darn quirky and cute…but I can relate. My husband travels. It sucks, man. Matt loves this dance, too.
Hi, Matt in Dallas!
OK, so this was the most randomly, odd blog ever.
I blame it on the fact that I’ve been hulled up in my house with two toddlers. And Diego, Wubbzy, Team UmiZoomi and Arthur.