Yes, I am. I've had this conversation with myself. I feel, however, that should I ever be able to wear real jeans with a t-shirt that actually fits and NOT have a muffin top, I should continue to expose myself to the punishment and, if not learn to love it, at least tolerate it.
When I left you last, AC, who has since been renamed (by her sister) and will henceforth be referred to as "Ackle" had wedged a wad of goo in her hair. It's been almost a year since I stopped blogging and every few days, I get an inkling. (Don't be disgusting, look it up.) I should be conituing to post about the boring everyday things that make up my life as a mother of two. Not for the benefit of any readers, but for my personal benefit. Going back through these posts, I can read, laugh, and remember things that will seem like just yesterday when my kids are too cool to be seen with me.
I have a hard time finding my life interesting enough to write about while I'm in it. I need to be consistent and am asking for help. Everyone needs encouragement and, whether you ACTUALLY read the posts or not, please get on my case if I go too long without checking in.
Right now, though, I need to get Rory's face cleaned up and drag our sick with a cold butts out of the house to get haircuts. I hope I remember to take the tissue out of my nose before we walk out the door...
Until then,
AC 'n' Rory's Mom
