This is a pictureless post. I apologize. This is a rant. I apologize.
Had a revelation yesterday.
I's in church. Relief Society to be exact. I picked Mckenna out of her carseat-- and thought three things simultaneously:
1. Oh my gosh, I missed a spot on my leg. I have a whole stripe of hair down my knee. Better cover it up with Mckenna's blanket.
2. Oh my gosh, removing the blanket shows that there's a huge spit up stain on her carseat. That. is. so. embarrassing.
3. Oh my gosh, where did Mckenna's hairbow go? What will everyone think?
Then I realized: do you care what people think? WHO CARES. (Yes I am yelling this in my head: WHO CARES!?). And so:
-I am me.
-I am totally goofy.
-You can find me in my jammies still at 10:00 am, having exercised, (maybe. hopefully), and all the kids in underwear/diapers still.
-I am the mom who has spit up stains all over the carpet. Some get cleaned up well, and some, well, don't.
-I am the lady who leaves a load of laundry in the dryer all weekend long.
-I am the gal who pulls on the same pair of jeans from yesterday because I am in a dang hurry to get a move on, and plus, no one saw me yesterday.
-I am a Twilight nerd.
-I am a nerd altogether.
-I play video games with my kids. And I like it.
-I sing and dance in the shower. I mentioned I was a nerd.
-I'm trying to come to grips that my stomach is an absolute mess and probably plastic surgery can't fix that. Also, apparently some bear came and clawed up my cheeks. The "other" cheeks.
-I am sensitive. I remember every.single.time someone has hurt my feelings about the way I mother. I am trying to let go of these things.
-I am a bad housekeeper. I try. I try hard. If you drop by, you will see a mess.
-I am a bad cook. I have about 10 things I cook, and I rock it. Everything else is hit and miss.
This is my post of NO FEAR (Trina & YONF! Thanks!). I'll just be me. You be you.