Confessions of a Tired Mama: Episode 2

I confess:  that if you talk to me while I'm sleeping, you will most definitely confuse me.  (Tim thought it was hysterical the other night to talk to me about the timer on the oven. I kept going in and out of sleep so flippin' confused.)

I confess:  that when all else fails, ground turkey/bison/beef can be "doctored" into a meatball, meatloaf or a taco.

I confess: that those three items can usually be found rotated in our weekly meals.

I confess:  that I bought a gargantuan bottle of bubbles at the grocery store yesterday for $3!

I confess:  that I went for my first run last week, BY MYSELF. No for reals, like all alone -- I didn't even take a phone. I had no music, no children, no husband -- just me, my feet hitting the pavement and my gasps for air. It was weird.

I confess:  that I need to run more.

I confess:  that I introduced Cameron to Barney the other morning and he loved it. (I also confess that I still new every song, even though the children were different from 20 years ago when I watched it with my sisters.)

I confess: that I had to bite my tongue last night when Tim tried to help with dinner by putting a pot on the stove and turned on the wrong burner, thus melting our bottle sanitizer.  If he hadn't been so preoccupied it probably wouldn't have happened, but we all make mistakes. The downfall of said mistake is that our house smelled like burnt plastic for the evening and I didn't have the easy sanitizer to do Payton's bottles. Like the good wife I am though, we laughed it off and I told him I would just order another one.  Had the situation been reversed, do you think it would have gone over so smoothly?

I confess:  No scratch that, he should confess that he may or may not have been preoccupied with his phone. Remember how I said it might be time to unplug a bit more in our household?

I confess: that when I was working out last night I said a mini-plea with God telling him that he should consider letting women's bodies go back to normal right after they give birth. I mean it's a miracle and a blessing, but it sure would be nice if he incorporated some miracle-like assistance in the post-baby-body. Does that make me sound vain? I'll keep working out and being active, but it'd be nice if for all that work you got a little personal reward too.  OK, ok -- I know he's got bigger miracles to work on. Psh - it was just a thought.

I confess:  that I'm heading out for a little girls night action this week and Tim is going to wrangle the boys for the night. This includes picking up from school. I know he'll be great at it and that they will all be just fine, but in the back of my head I wonder if he'll call his Mom for back up.

I confess: that girls night means so much more when you're in a house full of boys.