about the mama

okay. okay. i know. i know. down and out posts are for the birds, and you've seen (read) enough. believe me. beleeeeeeive me. i know.
but i ugly cried today in an official meeting, with official colleagues. it was not my best performance. it's making me wiggle in my seat a little thinking about it. and here is what i blame it on:
1. me (because, obviously!)
2. henry
3. henry
4. hormones because of henry
5. my job is high-stress, no fun right now and i have a lot of not nice things to say about it.

but, damn! this mama-working thing is hard. how do you do it? seriously, tell me!

okay. enough. it's out. it's aired. we're moving past it.

here, look at him.

this was taken last weekend, those spots are his battle wounds from when the hand foot and mouth
fairies knocked on our door and left a wicked trail all over the babes. he's healing and looks better since this pic was taken!

because toys are so fuuuuuuuun!

next time, it'll be good news only. lots of cheery tales! promise.