Last week Charley woke up EARLY and was super fussy. Jay was also really whiny that morning. I knew it was going to be a rough morning, so what did I do? Headed to the gym and dropped the kids at the nursery! I didn't even feel like working out that day, but the thought of having a break from my fussing kids sounded AMAZING! I handed the kids over, left a bottle for Charley, and took off. I spent ten minutes in the locker room just sitting there in silence. God bless those ladies!
We spent a week in Wisconsin and Chicago- without Anthony. We were with my family and they were super helpful of course. But being a single parent is NO JOKE! I am beyond exhausted!
Speaking of, I noticed my milk supply went up 100 jillion percent while we were there. I am 99% sure it was from the ridiculous high fat foods I consumed all week (brats, cheese, cheese, pizza, and cheese). Add that to no exercise and just call me a Holstein!
I had a random man at a Truck Stop tell me Jay was too old for a pacifier. So many insults went flying through my mind, but I just bit my tongue and muttered something like, "Thanks for the advice" under my breath. Really Mr. Trucker???
I ate so few fruits and vegetables this past week that I actually counted the bell peppers and onions in my deep dish pizza part of my veggies for the day. Sad? Very.
I stay up way too late every night. The feeling of freedom after the kids are down far outweighs the lack of sleep. But then I complain I'm tired. Another vicious cycle.
While we were traveling, I didn't want to buy (and then pack) a new package of diapers for Jay. So when we got down to the final TWO diapers to get us through the day, we had a choice- buy a new pack, or hope for the best. Let's just say, my bag was light- we traveled all day (car ride, airplane ride, and another car ride) with two diapers. THANKYOUJESUS for letting that one work out. What a mess that would have been!