Today is definitely one of those days where I would wake up, throw on sweats, and head out the door. But I can't.
Because I WILL do this for thirty days...
Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
I have a party to plan. A birthday party for a one-year-old that I can't believe is even old enough for a birthday. A one-year-old who spent all morning throwing fits because his teeth are hurting him so bad. A one-year-old who gives lots of kisses, plays peek-a-boo and empties every cupboard and drawer in our house. A one-year-old who cuddled with mom and dad last night because he was hurting too bad to go to sleep by himself. A one-year-old who may be walking, but still wants his mom to carry him around and cuddle him all the time.
We need to get out of the house. When Jax wakes up, that's exactly what we are going to do. We are going to go to the mall and get a pretzel, because that always makes us feel better. Later, we are going to go to the store and get something chocolate...because there is NOTHING chocolate in my house, and I can't live like that.
And here is your proof that I dressed myself this morning.
I hate this outfit.