Yes, Mom, I'm behind on the blog. If that's any indication of how scattered I've been the last 4 days - and today hasn't been a chair of bowlies either. Let's see...
Things I have picked up in the last 48 hours:
Pee-Pee (at least 3 times) ~ maybe I should say "soaked up"
Throw-up (the baby lost her entire morning bottle all over the exersaucer & herself)
1.2 billion toys
6 loads of laundry, strewn all over the living room, compliments of the older 2 kidlets
4 complete toddler-sized lunches, which no one decided to eat (life can exist on Goldfish crackers alone)
I'd keep going, but it makes me tired. Today I feel like a true princess, because I am still (a) conctact-less, (b) pants-less, (c) bra-less, (d) make-up-less, and (e) shower-less. And it's almost 4pm. But stay-at-home moms have it so easy that all I've done today is watch soap operas on my couch and eat 4 packages of Hershey Kisses while my angelic children play quietly in the other room.
And then I woke up from my dream :).
Today marks the end of month #2 of measuring my hippo-body. Total inches lost: 49 3/8. And yes, that 3/8 is important. And yes, I counted both arms and both legs, because I want to. Amazingly enough, my clothing is not falling off me yet, so either I was wearing it way too tight to begin with, or 49 3/8 inches is really not that much. I've also decided that (apparently) I will look pregnant for the rest of my life. As if the stretch marks, 3 c-section scars, and extra skin is not glamerous enough. Yesterday my 5'11 skinny blonde friend who runs (runs!) 5 miles a day complained to me that she can't wear a bathing suit during the summer because her body just isn't good enough. I held back my true opinion because I'm a weenie like that, but SERIOUSLY!!! I could've shoved a box of ho-ho's in her mouth for it. If *I* was her, I'd be running around naked at the pool, proclaiming that I had the best body EVER. The woman has had 3 kids and still looks like Barbie. I'm a Barbie-girl, in a Barbie-world, being plastic is fantastic... sorry, had a 1998 flashback. Really, I still must lose 20 more pounds before I will even CONSIDER putting an overly-expensive tummy-flattening all-black boob-lifting butt-covering one-piece (with shorts over it) on this body to take my children to the pool this summer. And once there, I will run from the community center to the pool, sit in it, and not move for fear that all of the Barbies will see me and remember why they haven't eaten in 3 weeks.
On that note, I think I will go pay my friend the elliptical a visit before the baby wakes up. : )
Things I have picked up in the last 48 hours:
Pee-Pee (at least 3 times) ~ maybe I should say "soaked up"
Throw-up (the baby lost her entire morning bottle all over the exersaucer & herself)
1.2 billion toys
6 loads of laundry, strewn all over the living room, compliments of the older 2 kidlets
4 complete toddler-sized lunches, which no one decided to eat (life can exist on Goldfish crackers alone)
I'd keep going, but it makes me tired. Today I feel like a true princess, because I am still (a) conctact-less, (b) pants-less, (c) bra-less, (d) make-up-less, and (e) shower-less. And it's almost 4pm. But stay-at-home moms have it so easy that all I've done today is watch soap operas on my couch and eat 4 packages of Hershey Kisses while my angelic children play quietly in the other room.
And then I woke up from my dream :).
Today marks the end of month #2 of measuring my hippo-body. Total inches lost: 49 3/8. And yes, that 3/8 is important. And yes, I counted both arms and both legs, because I want to. Amazingly enough, my clothing is not falling off me yet, so either I was wearing it way too tight to begin with, or 49 3/8 inches is really not that much. I've also decided that (apparently) I will look pregnant for the rest of my life. As if the stretch marks, 3 c-section scars, and extra skin is not glamerous enough. Yesterday my 5'11 skinny blonde friend who runs (runs!) 5 miles a day complained to me that she can't wear a bathing suit during the summer because her body just isn't good enough. I held back my true opinion because I'm a weenie like that, but SERIOUSLY!!! I could've shoved a box of ho-ho's in her mouth for it. If *I* was her, I'd be running around naked at the pool, proclaiming that I had the best body EVER. The woman has had 3 kids and still looks like Barbie. I'm a Barbie-girl, in a Barbie-world, being plastic is fantastic... sorry, had a 1998 flashback. Really, I still must lose 20 more pounds before I will even CONSIDER putting an overly-expensive tummy-flattening all-black boob-lifting butt-covering one-piece (with shorts over it) on this body to take my children to the pool this summer. And once there, I will run from the community center to the pool, sit in it, and not move for fear that all of the Barbies will see me and remember why they haven't eaten in 3 weeks.
On that note, I think I will go pay my friend the elliptical a visit before the baby wakes up. : )
posted by Beth @ 3:52 PM
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