Piggy In A Blanket

so depressing. so frustrating. so easy to fix.. at least it would seem.

This morning I woke up and I swear I felt like my thighs were 3x bigger than yesterday. With everything going on- kid after kid sick, I have been eating anything that seems comforting- which sadly has not been healthy choices. I complain all day long and run myself into the ground with nasty comments about how I look, but still I sit here- still trying to get motivated to just make it to the gym.

Depressing. 

I know the outcome will be good if I  JUST. DO. IT.

I have tried to bribe myself with new clothes, money, gifts... but nothing seems to pull me out of this lazy funk.

I feel like it would change if I had someone to drag me along with them. Someone to keep me excited and motivated and made it a weekly "date". I feel like I could do it if I didn't feel so run down in the evening and then so beat up in the morning.

 How do I get out of my nasty- fatty-oh-so-ugly funk and get EXCITED to go to the gym. Excited to be like "hey, I am gonna sweat today and love that burning feeling!"

I am heading into my mid thirties and this body is for sure not getting younger, tighter or less lumpy.

The Poop-capades

My mother instincts are not on par today. Today I was busy trying to focus in on my Ms Betty Crocker personality by trying to whip up a test of zucchini bread. I heard it was as easy as making banana bread... well my recipe made it not so easy... so I tried adding a few things here and there to see what would be created. As I slipped my bread pan into the oven, I smiled as I felt I had actually accomplished something today. The littles were occupied and playing... but then I noticed... they were TOO quiet. Which only equals out to TROUBLE.

I quietly walked into the livingroom... hoping that my quiet footsteps would be quiet enough to not share any littles just in case they were actually  just being quiet.

I walked in the living room and the older little was no where to be found but the littlest one... had made a jump pad from his block container.. diaperless. I giggled to myself as I watched him climb up on his launch pad - naked- and jump. That is when I REALLY noticed. This diaperless baby was covered in poo!!! I quickly scanned the room for the stinky missing diaper....way in the corner with his pants- layed the smelling wretched diaper. And there, standing on his launch pad with a ear to ear smile.. was my little. Waving his poo covered hands, bending forward getting ready for his big jump. My mind suddenly went through this process...baby took pants off, baby pooped, baby took diaper off and PLAYED with it...baby now has been all over livingroom, on top of a box, with poop covering his bum and getting ready to jump... and I am calculating that he will just land on his butt... on my carpet!!

I fully move forward in what seemed like a slow motion movie- yelling "NNNNnnnoooooooo" and reaching for him. I then suddenly start yelling for the older child to "BRING ME THE WIPES!!!" of course I get no answer. Once again, " Charlie Joe, bring ME the WIIIPPPPESSSSS" That little turkey casually walks out of my room still in his cartoon tunnel phase. Holding my laughing and wiggly little- covered in poo- I remind you.... I AGAIN ask for the wipes. As he slowly starts walking toward the opposite direction of where wipes would be, I grab the closest thing to me to lay this wiggly child on. The wipes bag. empty.

We had a few minutes of wrestling to clean up and get dressed again, but in the end I suceeded to clean and participate in the monthly poop-capades.

And if you are wondering about that zucchini bread... blah. came out bland. Next time I will be sure to follow an actual zucchini bread recipe!