Okay.

Hello. I have a problem.

My procrastinating is getting out of hand.

Hold on a sec. I have to go get a drink of water. No seriously. I’m thirsty. (Really.) You want one?

So, yes. For example, every time I have to leave the house these days (even if it’s for something as important as picking the monkey up from school), there’s always A MILLION little teeny things to do that HAVE TO BE DONE THIS MINUTE EVEN IF I’M LATE!

Hold on a sec. I have to attack Minden. He’s driving me crazy just sitting here sleeping.

LOWER LIP! That plump pink lower lip kills me. I want to KISS it but ew.

As I was saying, I do a million LITTLE things before I leave the house until I’m officially late. And, know what’s worse? I literally move in slow motion. My feet start to drag and I take the long route up the stairs to grab my cell phone (which I so don’t need because EVERYONE knows I always forget it or have no battery left), or to change my shirt, or grab ONE MORE diaper for the rascal, like, just in case….

I’m so not kidding about the slow motion….

Oh carp, rascal’s crying. Just when I finally sit down to WRITE something. Figures. And, now, I’m WRITING in slow motion because he’s crying and I KNOW I have to get him and I’m just ALWAYS PROCRAAAASTIIIINAAAATIIIIIIIIIING.

got him. wwriting ony handed. hate writing one hnadked. oh carp again! he hates when i type while he;s nursung.

I forget what I was saying before SOMEONE demanded a BOOOOOBIE. Something about procrastination. It has to stop. Just like nighttime eating (the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE — ONLY THING KEEPING ME FROM LOSING MY PREGGERS WEIGHT).

‘Kay LOOK at how unproductive and self-destructive I am, really? You think I have my sh– together. AS IF I can handle these two kids, AS IF I get stuff done. I don’t. I so DON’T have it together.

I WALK SLOW WHEN I’M IN A HURRY? Classic self-destruction.

Oh dang. I forget where I was going with this. Something about chai teas.

Wait. Pictures. We just took pictures….


Ewww. My nose. And, what’s with the crooked smile…? Oh, yes, rascal. He looks so cute and…. My nose is NOT bigger than his whole face in real life. Really, I have a small nose. Seriously. It’s small. Except in pictures.


‘Kay, never mind THAT YAWN (oyyy!). Look at MY HAIR! Do you have ANY IDEA how badly I need a haircut? ANY? Well, I guess you do now.


Oh yeeeahhh. The spit up. On my brand new shirt. Fabulous. I got it goin’ ohn.

So, Gorgeous Adele asked me how my no-chai-tea-lattes-in-2008 resolution is going. So far, I’ll have you know, I’ve had NO CHAI TEA LATTES IN 2008! I’ve been GREAT! I’ve officially replaced that sweet, comforting, heaven-in-my-mouth beast with tazo chai tea BAGS and a wee bit of skim milk.

Now, if only I could break my brand new hot chocolate addiction…. Freaking dang it.

I destruct myself. A regular Britney Spears….

NEWSFLASH: I went to the gym today and did half an hour on the elliptical machine and left BOTH monkeys at the gym daycare and they did GREAT.

NEWSFLASH THE SECOND: I think I have shin splints….

NEWSFLASH THE THIRD: The RASCAL HE ROLLS (from back to side)!

NEWSFLASH THE FOURTH: …making it very hard to change his stinky diapies….

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