Realities of parenthood:
Hoarding that formula powder like it's crack cocaine.
No, but seriously -- how do they get off charging so much for so little? It's an abomination.
Do you need a laugh today? Well, here's one at my expense:
Today my mantra is that laughing burns more calories than crying. (It's scientifically proven.) Yes, I'm a crybaby. But also we're leaving for the beach in two weeks and I need to look hawt for hubby -- or at least like I haven't spent the last two years pregnant and popping babies and potato chips at random. So laughing it is.
Seriously, though: I have the tendency to act like my life is falling apart even though it's not. And of course my kids feed off of that. Ugh. Can a mom not let her hair down? (The answer is, no, by the way. Or else it gets pulled by grabby hands.) My kids view the world through me and my reactions pretty much 90% of the time right now. Talk about pressure. It's ok to cry and admit things are hard; but sometimes it's good to take a step back and realize that the sky really isn't falling as much as we might hope it would. (Some days I'm like, "The rapture could happen at ANY SECOND, Lord, and I'm ok with that... any second...")
So today, when the diaper explodes on my freshly vacuumed rug, or the puppy chews my phone, or the Candy Land gameboard gets ripped in half -- or I spill a whole bottle of that wonderful, sticky, $$ white powder, like I just did -- I'm going to choose to laugh instead of cry/scream/pull my hair out. Because of the calories burned. Because of my babies' smiles when they see mommy having a good time. Because Jesus could come at any second. And I don't want Him to catch me giving in to the little things. He has made me stronger than that. Furthermore: He has blessed me.
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