It's ok, Tuesday.

So I stole borrowed this from another blog.  It's a way of just accepting some of life's not so pleasant, ridiculous, or crazy moments.  I really like it.  So here goes.

It's ok,

-that I was totally late with my weight loss post and that I had to skip friday confession two weeks in a row.

Things are just crazy busy...if I'm not working, I'm watching a kid.  If I'm not doing that I'm probably cleaning and if that fails I'm probably zonked out in my bed hoping for a few more hours of sleep- I think I'm averaging about 4-5 a night right now.

It's ok,

-that I've messed up these last two weeks on my diet and exercise.

NO MORE!!  I WILL lose this weight.

The gloves are off. The serious diet and exercise have started.  I wanted to be easy going, but I think I need some more rigid guidelines at least until healthier choices become second nature to me.

It's ok,

-that I've been talking non-stop about a new sewing machine.  I really want to get one for mother's day, but money wise, I don't think it's a good idea.

Plus, I mainly want it to make cute stuff for the girls and I can do that at my mom's place.  I LOVE her Bernina.

But really some part of me wants to say, screw it, and buy one.  ARG!  Being an adult is no fun!!

It's ok,

-that in my recent potty drawings for Elizabeth, I had to figure out how to draw a mad water.

I drew a mad glass of water. 

Why was he mad?  Because he wanted Coke instead of water.

Yep, great thing to teach your preschooler- mother of the year right here.

 It's ok, 

-to look at my planner and want to cry.  We have so much coming up.  Happy stuff, but get togethers = lots of work for mommy.

While I'm super excited to have a pirate party and travel to see people this week, it's a little nerve wracking with an infant and 3 year old.

Plus there's only so many hours I can listen to some of the kid's music we have and not want to shove a pencil in my ear.

Wish me luck, I think I'll need it for the car ride.

It's ok,

-that I had to think twice when someone called for Dr. Smith.

I honestly didn't know who they were talking about.

Then I remembered, I did have another name besides mommy.