***First off, the person who won the Purina Dog Chow prize is Brandi with the two pugs! Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your full name and address and I will make sure your puppies get their package in the mail.***
Last night was the worst night of sleep I’ve had in a long time so you’ll have to excuse me if I’m a little grumpy. Everyone in my house has caught this vicious summer cold except me.
After about a week of this cold Penelope decided that snotty noses just down right tick her off. She spent ALL night screaming. I’m not kidding. She angry screamed from 11-3. This was the fourth night where I had gotten up with her at least five times and I was on the verge of losing it. We were both pretty much done.
I woke up this morning in a fog. I wanted to get this post done before she woke up in the morning. I tiptoed into the bathroom to weigh myself. I didn’t do my obligatory strip down because I didn’t want to make any noise. When I stepped on the scale my heart sank. I weighed in at 196. I wanted to cry. There is no reason for me to be putting on weight like this. Instead of crying I reset my resolve and put my game face on. There will be no playing around this week. I know what I need to do and I need to do it before things get out of hand. Besides getting chubbier is just bumming me out.
For the record, I’m really mad. I’m mad at the scale, I’m mad at my baby who won’t sleep and I’m mad at myself for being so damn honest with you guys. Sometimes it sucks to be honest, especially when the truth hurts. Whoever decided sharing your weight with the world was a good idea?
Phew… okay. Strangely, I feel better now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest.
It’s a good thing too because I can hear Penelope chirping in her crib. She sounds so cute as she babbles away in there. I’m kind of looking forward to our early morning snuggle. It’s a miracle I feel this way, a sign that it truly is a new day.
Have a great weekend everyone!