Of course on days when I have to go somewhere yoga pants aren’t appropriate and try squeezing into my jeans I’m shocked. I look fantastic in them and that secret stomach panel keeps everything where it should be like a set of bootleg Spanx. I know what you’re thinking and yes I really should get back to my 18% body fat pre kids shape, but until I have the time to spend two hours a day in the gym – again it isn’t happening. They’ve got to have the right cut, stretchy fabric, and some sort of stomach panel. I buy yoga pants with the precision and meticulous research normal people save for purchasing their first home. I know I’m not alone but I take yoga pants wearing to shameful new levels. Shameful? Maybe but I got some much needed sleep. She wasn’t carried away by a colony of ants in the middle of the night and I gave her a bath in the morning.
I was exhausted and in no mood to endure the horrible shrill screams my daughter subjects me to during shampooing. I let my child sleep with some marshmallow fluff in her hair. Do I delay bedtime and wrangle two cranky kids into the tub alone, or go about my business as if nothing happened? That’s right.
My two-year old daughter rubbed the marshmallow fluff into her hair like candy shampoo while my three-year old soon gleefully cheered her on.Īs I picked the large chunks out of her hair I checked the clock. They were seated and enjoying themselves so I seized the moment, left the room, and got to work on a pile of dishes. I thought it’d be super cute to make my children little mugs of hot chocolate with a dollop of marshmallow fluff on top after a few hours spent playing in the late autumn cold. Either way here are a few of my shameful mom confessions for your reading pleasure.
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