


So I’m feeling pretty good about my change in eating habits (we don’t ever SAY diet) and the resulting ability to fit into my bigger “cute” pants without a ponytail holder wrapped through the button hole, attached to the button to give me more breathing room, “pregnant style”. I’m down to one chin and my wine/baby sac is slowly making its journey back to hell where it came from.
I let “Leonidas” sleep in this morning, as he has been busy saving the world Mr. Incredible style for the past 2 weeks. As you all know, I wake early to allow my horns time to sink back into the top of my head before the spawn awaken. During this time I finish snacks and lunches, make a grown-up breakfast and an “I don’t eat anything that is made out of real food” breakfast. I also dress myself and may even jot down a line or two of something that will one day be my award-winning novel. Ummm hummm. Keep in mind that it is also the last week of school, so I am feeling GOOOOOD! The greatest part of my morning comes when my two lovely, still snuggly and smellin’ like sleepy time babies jostle down the stairs and into the bathroom where I normally put my parts together in the a.m.
This morning I am still half naked, trying to shove my thighs into the Spanx that they will live in all day, as my desire to NOT have cellulite show through my pants is much greater than my need for air, when “Dora” waddles into the room, wrapped in her Pooh blankie that doubles as her oxygen, cuter than cute. We are far from shy in our house, but the desire to cover spandex moved me to dress with a purpose. Not fast enough. She sings to me, “I see your buuuuuuttttt! “One day I’ll have a big butt too, mommy! Just like YOOOOOOOOOOUU!” Ewwwwww. “Leonidas” laughs without ceasing from the den of love, and I can’t help but follow suit. So much for feeling waiflike today! Maybe tomorrow.....
Stylishly yours,
Miss Attitude
P.S. I dig those Spanx too! www.missattitude.us
xoxo tcb
I made pancakes.
I sat down at the table across from Zilla who was happily eating his syrup and side of pancakes. I was in my robe, hair standing on end, clutching my microwave reheated cup of coffee. The only thing missing was a stream of smoke floating above my head from the cigarette dangling between my lips.
While looking down at his plate he says to me, "Mommy? You are SO beautiful!" I say, "really?" He looks up at me giving me a once over and says, "Well... uh... you're KINDA beautiful."