What can I say?
My children haven't bathed in three days I think.
My daughters' sheets need to be changed, again. One guess why.
After just finishing 3 loads of kids laundry, I have 4 new loads of kids laundry to do.
I just got spit up on, again.
I'm running out of underwear, and that is not my top priority. Pretty sad, huh?
I keep forgetting I have a baby. I woke up this morning (after two good 4 hour blocks of sleep, thank you wonderful husband) thinking, "I think I'll mow the lawn today." Dur, minus the fact that I now own a baby who won't let me put her down. Maybe she can ride along in the snuggly...is that safe? Comments...
Brett and I went to the Temple last night. I know it goes without saying, but it was Heaven on earth. Afterwards, Brett encouraged me to go and get a massage. So I did, by a dwarf with the strongest hands I've ever had the pleasure of rubbing me down. It. Was. Awesome.
My kids work out daily. I'm not even kidding. With weights, or doing sit ups. I sit and watch. It's very depressing.
That is all.
You can all write me off as a boring, sleep-deprived blogging mother of 3. I wouldn't blame you. If I could escape my own inner monologue, I totally would, but the voices just won't stop.