I'm sure after this many of you will be wondering why or how you are my friend. Or you'll be strongly considering getting out of it.
Last night I was shopping in Vegas with a girl friend. I took my Mary Poppins bag to fit my tennies in because my feet WOULD be sore within the first 15 min. (My husband calls all of my shoes 15 min shoes). Needless to say ten minutes into the outlets I was hurting, sweating, and hungry. I got myself a green tea and a water bottle. I take a few sips of the water and shove it in my bag to join my bathroom, red pumps, Heather's birthday present and everything else in that thing.....15 minutes later I realize my whole hip is wet...Hmm, I must have a bad case of swamp a**. It is after all 100 degrees here! No. My 32 ounce water bottle was empty! My (new) white purse was soaked along with everything else in it. Including Heather's gift certificate to Krumpets that is 2 weeks belated!!!! I am already the worst bff ever but now it is ruined and no good. I realized at that moment my game was not on point. I like to refer to it as "game" even though I am married, stretch marked and sattle bagged to the max.
The best part is my not cheap white fabulous leather purse was now tie dyed! I had so many great things of all colors in my purse....Know of a good leather cleaner?
I am a walking talking disaster to say the least. My car is a wreck. I thought it would be so cute to give Gabby a little container of Cheerios today. She just loves to reach into things and pull out a Nummy! She did great for a bit and I'd laugh at her little munchers reaching in and pulling out the cereal and shoving in multiples at a time (sounds like her mother). 2 seconds later she is waving the frikin thing around and I get a swift hit to the cheek from a cheerio. I still have the Cheerios everywhere! Her swim bag.... still in the back of my car, at least 2 pair of shoes, DVD cases she chews on in emergency situations! Uh, I swear one day I will be like Kailee and Brianna. If they saw my home (a.k.a city dump) or car right now I think it would cause permanent damage to them. I am sure those 2 friendships would be severed.
I could go on for days about my lacking charisma! I am such a pathetic head case. I think to myself, wow. Pull yourself together. My fabulous husband doesn't seem to mind. My house will be a total wreck but I always manage to make my bed. It drives me bonkers to see an unmade bed. It gives me issues to wash my sheets. I just bought 2 sets so I never have to walk past a plain uncovered ma tress. Problem solved. Why can't I manage to keep a tight ship around here. My last house was always like a page from a magazine. Clean, vacuumed, dusted, moped for heavens sake! Maybe I managed to clean it because I liked it and Everything I owned fit in it! My crap is stored in my garage and I have to climb heaps of rubbermaids just to get anything outta there!
I am brought to one last point. At the end of the day, I am happy! I am high off life. I really feel like I am the lucky one. I am in love with my husband who is absolutely amazing and I realize I get to work on feeling like this forever! He reassures me that I am the one he wants to be with now and later and in the next life. I get to watch Gabby grow, learn, and discover what life has to offer. Even if is isn't always good, you realize what is good once you felt the bad. I get to have more babies and keep my family forever. I don't care if my house isn't the cleanest or my car isn't the cleanest. I don't even care what Gabby is dressed in half the time anymore. As long as she feels how much I love her I am truly being fulfilled.
Lastly, I think of the quote from Rosanne Barr and I suddenly feel completely justified in my lazy funk... "When my husband comes home, if the kid(s) are still alive, I figure I've done my job." I saw that on Morgan's blog and felt completely at ease.
I hope nobody made it to the end of that! Good night diary.