I have started college…again. A double major this time. There is something wrong with me. Do I not have enough to do? Anyway, I ran with Aiden for the first time since “The Incident”. “The Incident” occurred last Wednesday. I was taking Aiden for a walk in the new jogging stroller that Aaron got me for my birthday. We were at the end of the block when a German Shepherd comes trotting over to us. She wasn’t baring her teeth and her tail was up and wagging so I put my hand down. She ignored my hand and bit me square in the butt, well right below my butt. Naturally I screamed and the owner came running out of the house. She apologized, I got the necessary info and went home. The bite bled and bruised quite a bit but its not infected. It was so scary. I kept trying to move the stroller to keep me between the dog and Aiden. I now run with a knife but I don’t know what good that would do. I need mace, too.
I started off this morning with a crying baby, another child that needed to be woken up to get ready for school, an unnaturally large hairball in the hallway outside my bedroom door, and a spider in my bathroom sink. I didn’t think life could get much better. Oh how I was mistaken.
My daughter called me a cow… because I produce milk (I’m currently breastfeeding our 3 month old), I stained my brand new white shorts with my 3,000 calorie ice cream from Coldstone, and I accidentally stepped on the cat that threw up the hairball in my hallway and was subsequently bitten. Happy Friday!
Hello. My name is Katie and I’m an absent-minded mommy. I am 28 years old and I have 3 children. Lexi is 8, Aiden is 3 months, and my husband who is 28 but acts like he’s 5 most of the time. I’m sure most women can relate.
I am currently a stay-at-home mom but that doesn’t mean I don’t work. Most days I’m so busy I can’t remember if I’ve brushed my teeth let alone showered. I shaved half of one leg the other day.
My daughter started school again yesterday. I’m relieved and sad at the same time. She is getting to the age where she wants to spend time with friends and not me.
I’m overweight. My Wii Fit yelps with pain when I step on the balance board. I’m about 40 pounds over what I should be and I’m an emotional eater. I want to be skinny and be able to walk up the stairs without getting dizzy but I cant seem to stick to any workout program for more than a few days.I can remember to eat cookie dough ice cream everyday but working out seems to slip my mind.
I went running today. A little over 2.5 miles. It was sad. Things jiggle in places I didn’t know that I had. My two biggest fans are my thighs. They clap the whole way. After my “run”, I did some yoga on my living room floor. Coming out of Child’s Pose I realized that I had granola stuck to my forehead which is what inspired me to start a blog. How does granola inspire blogging? So when my children are old enough to read this hopefully it will be an effective form of birth control. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids but life was a whole lot cleaner before them.