This past week I have not been so obsessed with cleaning my house that I neglected my children at any point. I did not leave my children to play happily alone so that I could sweep, dust, vacuum, or pick up toys. I am not super psyched that my bedroom has been clean with a made bed for 5 whole days. My husband did not make the bed 2 of those days and I am not proud of him.
I have not been so tired the last few days that I fell asleep rocking Ronan while Collin ran around being crazy. I would never do that. I do not think that getting up to feed Ronan 2-3 times a night, or getting up at 6:30 every morning to work out, has anything to do with it. I have not been motivated to exercise by my super awesome husband who is not decidedly training to run a half marathon in September, or by the fact that I currently do not hate my body. No way. I love my flabby stomach and the way my butt has an extra ripple under it. I do not think that after 4 months my body should look better.
Speaking of 4 months, my sweet baby Ronan is not now 4 months old. *sigh* We did not go in for his well baby check up, and he did not weigh 15lbs 6oz and was not 24 3/4 inches long. This is not close to Collins stats at 8 months.
I do not wish I had pictures of my sweet baby to post, but I have not been too lazy to take pictures.
That is not all I have. Do not have a nice day!