So. I am probably losing my mind. In September, I gave birth to my 4th and final kid. The next week, I moved to Misery, er Missouri. A couple of weeks after that, I turned the dirty 30. Not to mention I still have a house in Nebraska that isn't on the market yet, nor is it ready to be. I am going to lose my ever loving mind, and soon.
This kid is our fourth and final, and he is the only boy. He was quite the little surprise. I had these plans to make 2012 all about me, and I was going to have my shit together by the time my 30th birthday rolled around. And by having my shit together I mean I wasn't going to be so fat. So I am thirty. And fat. The good news is that I am at my prepregnancy weight already. The bad news is that this is the same weight that I have been sitting at since my first baby was born. The 50lbs I need to lose have been there for 8 years. Blech!
I also still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Currently I am a stay at home mom, and I have about six years to decide. Hopefully I will get my shit together before then! My brain is turning to mush. Squishy nastiness that remembers nothing but song lyrics and I can't hold on to them as well as I used to be able to.
I have 3 girls, ages 8, 5, and 2. I love them completely, but there are many times in the day that they make me want to pull my hair out. I will soon be walking around with bald spots. Or Miley Cyrus's haircut. Maybe the would think I am cool then. They do still think I am cool, the 8 year old is slipping away, and I am worried that she will take the younger ones with her. There is alot of drama in my house. I am kind of excited for the days when they just won't talk to me anymore. Not really, but occasionally the thought is entertained with amusement. My husband works alot. I am sure you can understand why.
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