I’m currently listening to Bruno Mars “Versace On The Floor” so I apologize in advance if these confessions get a little steamy. I have zero to do with it…it’s the music and the humidity. 😉 The house sounds like we live in a lumber yard….cause we basically do and the younger two are running around with half eaten soggy waffles and saggy diapers. I feel like this is the perfect time to blog so here I am!
I sold half of my boutique this weekend to someone I’ve never met. I’m pretty sure that defies every business book out there. Google “what not to do as a business woman” and that probably pops up. But it’s super exciting and I’m confident I’ll look back in 5 years knowing that was one of the best decisions I ever made.
I fed my family cheese sandwiches and ghardettos for dinner the other night because I was ill prepared and failing at life. However, I feel like any night you get to fight over the melba toast is a good night. My kids have become very picky eaters lately and it’s driving me nuts. I tell them all the time this isn’t a buffet and they’ll eat whatever I put in front of them. This usually ends in eye rolls, grumbles and cries of “You’re trying to starve us. We are underweight!” The drama is so real! insert eye roll here.
My older kids hated me this morning. One went in dress shoes paired with basketball shorts and an athletic tee. Apparently he couldn’t find his tennis shoes that have been lost all weekend unbeknownst to me. The other went without any breakfast and only one sock because he decided that Gavins game on the iPad was more interesting than nutrition. I threw a waffle at him while he was at the bus stop and he grumbled something incoherent. Probably, “I hate you mom” but I choose to think it was “My mom is the best for giving me this frozen waffle to fill my belly with all the nutritious food groups.” Sigh.. they are hot messes.
I went out Saturday night for sushi, coffee and drinks. In that order. It was so fun and nice to get out of the house. I had a slight moment of crisis in the middle due to some personal stuff and told my friend to make a beeline for coffee. You know you’re a mom when your first thought is to have coffee during a crisis and not alcohol. That came later but we all know what is first on the list of a #momboss. We enjoyed people watching and once we realized we were actual adults we headed home at the early time of 10:30 for our snuggly beds.
I’m so tired I’m delirious. I put the milk in a cabinet this morning because that’s totally where it goes. Thankfully, it was discovered before it went bad but I felt like a moron. I also sat on my bathroom floor for a good 15 minutes, trying to find the energy to get dressed. I laid my head on the wall and considered a 15 minute quickie….of the sleeping variety…although with this Bruno Mars song still playing I’m thinking the other might be good too. I’m realizing being a workaholic is going to catch up with me at some point and I’m going to need a padded room and a xanax to just knock me out of commission. Visitors optional. 😉
I have become a chocolate hoarder. Literally my desk has three bags of dark chocolate right now. I have never had sugar on my desk because it contributes to my thigh dimples and big booty but for some reason 3 bags have fallen from the sky and so I must eat them, right? I’m unable to fit into my skinny jeans at the moment but I’m confident it’s not the chocolate. Dark chocolate is good for you and provides very healthy antioxidants….or so I tell myself. bahaha
Bruno is winding down and I’m pretty sure the baby has now figured out how to take off the diaper cause I just saw a flash of naked butt run down the hall. I’m not even sure what I wrote in this post because my eyes are droopy and someone may find me drooling and asleep on my keyboard at any moment. I should probably find coffee….or ryan reynolds. I bet he could wake me up right about now. Is there a Ryan hotline? If so, someone please send it.
Alright, friends. I must go adult or parent or bossbabe it or whatever role I’m fulfilling at the moment. Hope your Mondays are fabulous and feel free to leave all of your confessions in the comments below. We can totally play some old school Usher’s Confessions for the mood. I’m totally down. 😉 Bye…for now!