...The other night my girl took a dive, head first, right off of the ottoman and bit it hardcore into the carpet. Face first. Horribleness. I wasn't close enough to be able to catch her. It came so fast. It shocked the pants off of me. I felt like the world's worst mom in that instant. And after scooping her up and checking out her face for blood (there was none), I thought all was fine. She was in good spirits after a short cry. Well, the next morning (yesterday), she woke up with the worlds worst case of rug burn, ALL OVER HER FACE. And what resembles a black eye. I felt even worse.
Even though I swore I wouldn't, we ended up going out to run errands yesterday. But I admit I was totally worried people would think what on earth did that mother do to her child? I feared for the judgy eyes. And? I'm worried about taking her to swim class this morning for fear of the same thing. There, I said it.
...I drank a half a glass of wine and a beer the other night, and yea--I woke up feeling like I was hit by a truck the next morning. I had a headache that I'd like to attribute to, you know,
that time of the month raising a toddler, but sadly, I think it was the drinks. And I cannot believe my tolerance is that low. I mean, really, Katie?
....I got inspired by Chelsey's post yesterday about the pinecone garland, and then got the itch to make it happen over here. I went to JoAnn's (after stopping at Chick-fil-a of course*) and got two bags of cinnamon scented pinecones and went to town making my garland for the bay window. I hung them and all.
When Declan got home from work he was all, yea it's cute babe, but, the house smells like cinnamon and that's totally a Christmas decoration. And then I was all, No, babe, it's a winter decoration. And then he was like, Um, winter starts on December 22nd. And I just shook my head like WHAT-EVER, because I love my pinecone garland and my cinnamon-smelly house, thankyouverymuch.
....*I eat too much chick-fil-a. Okay? I admit it. Too much. And there will be no more details than that. At least I don't drink their 2 million calorie milkshakes.
....Speaking of which, I took an entire week off from running, unintentionally. But, basically I pulled out my back last week. I knew I needed to take it easy and get myself better before jumping back into it. So yesterday I did my first run in a week and was nervous I'd suck-but it wasn't too bad.
....I officially stopped Weight Watchers, and canceled my membership and all. To be honest, I haven't calculated a single point for over a month. This last month was a test to see if I could maintain my weight just based off of what I know, and watching portions, etc. And? I did it. My weight has stayed the same. It's been good, Weight Watchers, but I don't mind seeing you go.
....I think my baby girl is destined to be a singer. Or a gymnast. Or a swimmer. Or a vet. Or, whatever. Yea, I'm that mom. But this girl can LA-LA like it's nobodies business.
She's a bundle of sweetness, that girl.
....what are you confessing?