…And then I watched Courageous with my husband and wished I could take the words back. If anything like that ever happened to my son, I don’t know what I would do or how I’d get over it.
…I walked past someone I know in Walmart and didn’t speak. Intentionally. Because frankly, I just didn’t have anything to say to them.
…I threw a handful of Lego’s across the living room after stepping on them for the one-thousandth time that day. They clattered and clanged and bounced everywhere and I had to pick them up, but in that moment, it felt good to just let that frustration out.
…I hate laundry more than I hate anything else in this entire world (almost). In fact, if I could, I’d buy new clothes everyday just so I didn’t have to wash, dry and fold up clothes.
…I got my new camera in the mail on Friday and have only taken a handful of photos with it. I’m honestly a bit overwhelmed by the newness and the capabilities of it. Things that I didn’t have the power to change or manipulate on my old camera are now at my disposal. And I just don’t feel “able” to figure it out right this minute.
…I’m so beyond over people and their egos. Their “my business is better than your business;” “my blog is more popular than your blog;” “my family is perfect and yours isn’t” garbage is just enough.
…I’m starting to wonder if the reason I’m not pregnant yet and the reason we’re having ZERO luck with having another baby is because I am just not cut out to be a parent to more than one child. Bad days with Little Man (and bad weeks, like this past week was) leave me feeling drained, unaccomplished and like a complete letdown as a parent. Could I really handle two children?
…I have a hard time finding inspiration to take new pictures. I love my 52 Faces Challenge because it’s sole intent is to photograph Little Man. But the ordinary, everyday things that some people just make look so beautiful? I just don’t feel confident in photographing those things. Because frankly, I find it hard to believe that what we have going on here in our house is that interesting.
…My best friend and her family are on a 20-something day vacation in California. They took their little girl (Little Man’s BFF) to Disneyland for the first time. I’m more jealous of the fact that they got to leave this island than the fact that they are at Disney. Because truthfully, I just want to go to Target and eat Olive Garden.
…Island Fever? Yep. Got it.
…Weeks like last week make me somewhat regret the fact that we don’t live closer to family and that I don’t have anyone to really help with Little Man. I’d have given almost anything last week to have had my mom or the husband’s mom around to watch Noah for a few hours. Just so I could come home, sit on the couch and enjoy the complete silence.
…I’m absolutely loving two guilty pleasure TV shows right now: Revenge and Gossip Girl (thanks to Kathryn!). If Blair and Chuck don’t end up together and SOON, I’m going to throw the remote at my TV. And don’t even get me started on the fake Amanda Clark and the fact that she finally left the show.
…I bought The Resolution for Women on the internet the other day and I’m dying to get my hands on it. I feel like I’m completely slacking and failing as a mother lately and I’m hoping that this book will get me back on track.
…I slept till at least 10:00 every day last week, till 11:00 Saturday and 12:00 on Sunday. And not once did I feel guilty. Not once did I think that maybe I should get up and do something productive. Because for once I just didn’t care.
…I let Little Man eat Cheetos for breakfast one day last week. And drink half of my Dr. Pepper. Just because I didn’t feel like standing in the kitchen to debate “milk or no milk?” and “Cookie Crisp or Cinnamon Toast Crunch?” for 30 minutes. So Cheetos it was. (Don’t throw rocks at me…things like that really don’t happen in our house but once in a blue moon.)
…I washed three loads of clothes one day last week, and put every load in the dryer together just so I didn’t have to take the one that was already in there out and fold it.
Linking up with Shell @ Things I Can’t Say for Wednesday’s Pour Your Heart Out.