Monday, November 22, 2010

Stepping out, pouring out, and throwing in

I am so bad, ya'll.

But, honestly, I feel like I'm a zombie walking through my days. Ansley has pretty much given up on sleeping through the night. And, truthfully, I'm too tired to care, which is visibly obvious.

1. I have circles under my eyes. The kind that can't be covered with make-up

2. My house is a wreck. Because when I finally do get the kiddo to bed, I put myself there to try and score a few minutes before she decides two hours is enough sleep for the night.

3. I have PILES of laundry, not only to wash, but to fold.

4. I'm battling a nasty headache, which happens to be the result of the kiddo sleeping in my bed last night since the hubs had to work 3rd shift as well.

5. We haven't been to church in 3 or 4 Sundays.

6. I have on black with brown today.  Unreal.

See! I'm to tired to care about fashion rules.  This is just unacceptable.

Sometime between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. Sunday morning, while rocking Ansley, and bawling my eyes out, I must add, I said something that scared me.  I thought to myself You know what?  Maybe we should be done with this whole kid thing. I mean, we've tried it, we've had some good times, and some bad times.  We should probably just stop here for our own wellbeing.

It's that bad.  And it's making me and the hubs argue more, because we are both just so tired. Not that it justifies our sarcastic and snarky comments, but I just don't have the sense to keep things like that inside when I'm so dog tired.

But, we did step out this weekend.  Saturday we went out for some pre-Christmas browsing.  I decided I was going to try my hand at making some hairbows, and was pleasantly pleased with the outcome.
And, I bought Ansley this:

Product Image Infant Toddler Girls' Cherokee® Purple Long-Sleeve Ruffle Tee

It is so much cuter on than it is in the picture. Actually, I really want one for myself.  And, the best part? $4, at Target.

So, that's it. That's my weekend. Minus the part where Ansley and Bunker played a little rough and I freaked out and thought she needed stitches and really all she needed was cleaned up and a bandaid.  But, hey, after suffering a serious dog bite myself, I'm a little sensitive to those type of injuries.

1 comment:

  1. I love that top! I miss being able to buy Rose cute stuff in that section of Target. She's graduated to the "Girls" section.

    Sorry about the lack of sleep in your house. I could have written that post myself at 2am...or now for that matter.

    Thanks for your honest posts. It's nice to know we're not alone.

    Love you!