Well Shit...

I need a vacation.
Hell, I'd even settle for a full day break.
Sans children.

I guess if The Hubs wanted to come he could...as long as he doesn't interrupt "quiet time", which may or may not last the entire vacation...

Back to reality & two very moody kids...

...Well shit...

Well Shit...

You know how when you have a baby strapped to your chest & he is crying/fussing in your face & you are desperately trying to get dinner in the oven (dinner that was SUPPOSED to go in the crockpot but you got side tracked & missed your window & it will take too long now so you are going to try & do it in the oven even though you haven't done this recipe like that before so you look up similar temp/times online) & after its been in for 53 (out of the 90) mins  you get this urge to check the guidelines again & see that it was indeed supposed to be covered for the first hour....something you did not do?

Well Shit.

Looks like I'm gonna need a cold beer to wash this 'dinner' down....

Well Shit...

You know that moment when you're getting ready to go to a function (in this case a Bridal Shower) & you're almost done drying your hair & you've used up your allotted 7 mins you get to shower, dry/style your hair & put on a little make-up (I know what you're thinking... '7 mins for all of that?! It's not possible!' & I say to you... "You are correct. Which is why I usually only do 1 out of the 3...") & you look in the mirror & start to wonder if you did indeed wash the conditioner out of your hair?

Well shit....

I guess greasy looking hair will go nicely with the razor burn you got from trying to quickly fit shaving into your 7 min time slot, the wrinkly dress you pulled out of the 'Pre-Baby' clothes bin & your 12 weeks preggo-looking bloated belly from indulging in bread & sweets the last couple days...


"Well shit" indeed.