Moment of Weakness and Gratitude

Here it is. My “moment of weakness” post. I finished sobbing about 2.3 minutes ago. But trust me, I’d carry on if nap time weren’t coming to an end. I can hear rustling, which means it’s grown up time again.

My day started off marvelously. My kids were wonderfully behaved. I steam cleaned 3 bedrooms and a hallway. I had laundry folded AND put away. We played outside, went for a walk and both children actually fell asleep at nap time. I was feeling awesome. (But don’t start to think I’m some super mom. My daughter also fell out of her hi-chair -unharmed- and you wouldn’t eat off my kitchen floor to save your life). So, aside from the fall and dirty floor, I was feeling pretty darn good.

I’ve got a craft fair tomorrow night where I will be selling my laundry soap. The ingredients are coming tonight. That gives me a whole entire day to make all the laundry soap. A whole day! Oh, let me fill you in- I’m also expecting baby number three. So yes, I’m exhausted, nauseous, cranky, and I just want to lay in a pile on the couch all day is that too much to ask? My two darling children think so. Anyways, back to the awesome soap I feel obligated to share with the world.

I felt like I’d ride the momentum wave of achievement and whip up a batch of soap with my last available ingredients. And then my blender started to leak. And then my blender exploded. And soap went everywhere. Oh, and then I tried to clean it up, and I was electrocuted by the stupid blender. Remember I’m pregnant? So, then the sobbing started. Angry, scared sobs. Stupid blender. Stupid soap everywhere.

So, the internet has reassured me that everything inside is A-OK. Thank you internet. I have an upcoming ultrasound scheduled. And really, it was just a quick shock to my hand. I’m better now. I’m so grateful for women who share their ridiculously embarrassing and WTH moments with us. I like to be reminded I’m not the only doofus out there, and I’m definitely not the largest. I guess that is the point of this post – to share an embarrassing piece of my life. Maybe you’ll feel more awesome now.

(Inner monologue: Really? Eh, it’s already written. Might as well publish. Momentum.

I seriously need a Kit Kat)

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