What is this strange electronic contraption sitting before me? A what? A comp– compute–OH! Hold up. I think I remember something about these things. Just gimme a second to crawl out of this dark cave I’ve been living in for the past several weeks, peel these yoga pants off and shave my pits.
It’s been a while, internet.
So I know that no one likes to hear “Sorry, I’ve just been SO busy lately!” under any circumstance, but it seems to make people especially stabby when it’s coming from a stay at home mom. I can recognize why that would be extremely annoying. Like, Morgan, we all know you’re just sitting on the couch playing Scramble with Friends and drinking your almond milk while your kids are beating each other over the head with pink pool noodles. So shuttup.
That just happened, actually…
(Never mind the classy bachelor lamp in the corner that my husband has owned since about 1998.)
*whiny voice* But guuuuuuysssss. I have just been SOOO busy lately.
I know you’re making the Michael-hates-Toby face at me right now. Stabs are welcome.
OKAY WOW. This post is already all over the place. I knew this was going to happen.
So back to the ‘busy’ thing. A few weeks ago, I decided to take a break from the internet to spend more quality time with my kids. It’s called Mommy Guilt and I seem to catch a giant case of it nearly every time I sit down at the computer while my kids are awake. I can’t help it. I feel like I’m neglecting them and it’s just not a great feeling to be… feeling. I know I have an online “life” to keep up with, but sometimes it’s really awesome to step away for a while. So these periods of silence on Mrs. Priss, Facebook, Twitter and email… that’s me off trying to be a better mom. I’ll find that balance eventually, but for now, it’s all my little stressed out brain can handle.
Other than trying to keep these two crazy kids entertained and this house clean (I sense you judging me by that photo above), I’ve been exercising like a mofo. Every night when Maddie and Jack go to bed, Justin and I clear out the living room and prepare to get all sweaty. Don’t be a perv. We’re in our 3rd week of this brutal, fetal-position-inducing workout program called Insanity.
I’m aiming to look something like that big black guy in the middle. Nbd. I think I’d wear that look well.
ANYWHO, what’s new with youuuu? Anyone want to shave my legs for me? I can pay you in sweaty hugs. Aaaand that’s my cue to stop writing.