This apartment sucks.
I need my new house to be built NOW. It's so small here; it is always cluttered. Daily I step on dogs, juice cups and countless race cars because Copelan got 108 of them for Christmas. Sometimes I hear our old garage door open and think of Mark being home from work but in actuality it's the ancient heater turning on that sounds like thunder and smells like an old rag.
Mark and I watched the great game between Alabama and OU last night. Typically I'm asleep by then but our wee child decided he wanted to watch the game, seriously, he laid in bed and watched the game, so we joined him. After falling asleep for what felt like a nap, Copelan wakes up screaming at 4:30am and will not go back to sleep, ever.
So this is me. This is real life.
I'm at my computer desk with an afternoon coffee, sans makeup and sanity, attempting to do some work. Copelan went down for a (hopefully 3 hour) nap and Crew is napping too (rarity this happens simultaneously). I should prob speed up this blog post and actually work.
I don't know how I deserve this: Yep, this hottie and a turkey.
Being a stay at home mom is taxing and stressful and there are days I don't put on anything other than sweats and chapstick and Mark doesn't make a peep about my appearance. (This is not meant to spark a debate on what is harder, SAHM or working mom, power to us both, air high-five.) I cannot leave my job at 5pm and have two days off on the weekends like most of you singletons. But that's okay by me.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
As I finish this ranting, random post with Crew in my lap and Copelan whining in his room, (naturally their naps didn't last long) I wanted to say that this apartment is making me lose my sanity, not my children. I just need a raise. Maybe I'll talk to my boss about that (Mark, honey...I need to go shopping.)
