So I was all excited to lose some extra lbs and tighten and tone my mom bod. I wanted to document the journey like a real blogger, but the last 3 weeks have been like a binge eating, cheat meal marathon, carb load feast. And with with zero miles logged. Honestly you can blame it on everything in life lately. Exhaustion, depression, and the fact that I have zero F’s to give. I have survived on coffee, Dr Pepper, baby bell cheese, and boxes of left over hideaway pizza for nearly every single meal for over a week now.
When your babies are sick, your world stops and you become everything to everyone. It’s like newborn/puppy phase but with screaming sleepy sick minions. My sweet little angel nuggets both have terrible allergies. Since it’s spring in Oklahoma, that means break out the checkbook and the nebulizer. We have been to see our awesome doctors more than a few times over the last month.
Needless to say, I am overly cautious and I need the copay reassurance that we do not have RSV or pneumonia. With those doctor visits comes extra togetherness and less mama time. I will walk into a pool of flames for my kids, but hot damn, it’s hard when they are sick and then tag team my ass with the sleeping edition of musical beds.
I have exercised once since my post, and that was yoga. No joke I’m either too tired, can’t take sick kids to the gym, or I’d just rather have a beer and watch basketball with pizza and wings. In this house, we are Sooner born and Sooner bred. And when we die, we will be sooner dead. Boomer!!! Final 4!
Im sorry I seemed to have lost my mind. I bounce from subject to subject like a boy jumping in a bounce house. I wake up in the middle of the night and worry. I want to live a long time, but I feel the stress and unhealthy choices I make have taken a toll on me. I feel ancient. My neck and shoulders feel like I have an evil biting elephant hyena on my neck. Like, 33 never looked so wrecked. I have never been more ready for a vacation in my life! Dentist chair selfie
I have been following and getting more followers on Instagram lately. and while it is fun, I am also realizing that I need to step up my perfect photo game. Unfortunately, I have zero sponsors for my blog. So if any one of the many brands that I use and love want to hop on the just happy mommy train lets go!
I am still upping my insta game so I need some selfie tips. How do you get the over head shots of your entire outfit? Do you have an assistant? Oh, cool, bc my assistants are 4 and 18 months. A selfie stick makes me look like I’m holding an awkward metal pole to hide my triple chin.
I also need to frequent more flower shops because everyone of those flower pictures I do give a heart to. Finally, and most importantly, how do I get people to give me cute clothes and shoes and bags and accessories?!?! Need the info, need the swag. I am clearly so late to the social media and blogging world, it’s a joke. I didn’t join this cult until fairly recently, but I embrace it with open arms.
I’ve been looking at getting some new swim suits, but I can’t get myself to a store or follow through on the “purchase” button of the online checkout. Mama needs a new swim suit ok?!?!
I love sleep. I love sleep more than food, sex, and wine. Ask my four year old what my favorite thing to do is, and without hesitation, he says “Sleep!” Boom! Can I get an Amen?!
So since I have been torturing toddlers with syringes of white, pink, clear, and purple medicines, cleaning up their puke, and wiping asses, we find entertainment in bathing and watching waaaaaaay too much tv, Netflix, vudu etc. The husband says we are out of towels. I don’t know what I’m wearing to work tomorrow. Laundry and dishes are overflowing.
Next thing I know, my sister is being admitted into the hospital, we are completely out of diapers, and our water has just been turned off by the city. I’m cleaning up vomit and rabbit turds, and bleaching the bathtub for the 3rd time in a week because little brother is potty training and decides to take his diaper off constantly. He pees outside and thinks the tub is now a toilet. He started this all on his own. My mom has told us our little brother was potty trained at 18 months and I always thought she was exaggerating but it is possible. Siblings. Monkey see, monkey do.
So fast forward to Easter, and it’s a weird day. Usually we are all together. This time last year our baby was being baptized. My brother and his girlfriend were here, and we were celebrating.
This year we had our usual activities and meals, but it wasn’t the same. We missed Aunt Sissy. All this joking around with my blog above and saying how tough it is to workout, Instagram followers, and all that bullshit goes out the window when it comes to my sissy.
She is fighting for her life. She is the strongest person I know. And for me to bitch about not working out and taking care of two perfect little babies really puts things into perspective. I want to fix her. I want to help her. I want to give her the life she so desperately wants and deserves to live. She is so private but please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. We all cope in different ways. Running, eating, drinking, denying, sleeping, crying, shopping, praying, and thinking positively. Trust me. I’ve tried them all, and I’m done. I want my sissy back.
Just happy mommy