These posts here lately have been on the short and sweet side.
Sadly today is no different.
My 15 month old decided she just had to go and get a case of the croup.
WOMP WOMP WOMP
It's pitiful and I am beyond tired from spazzing and checking on her every hour on the hour at night.
Leaves little to no sass around these parts.
I am here to say this...
That I, Marcy K Burris, give SAHM's props.
Yesterday was a sure sign that I would NEVER be good at it.
More or less because I couldn't keep my hands out of the candy bowl and my ass out of the kitchen in general.
It's sad when you ate so much you don't even remember everything you ate.
So today I am catching up on work and feeling rather on the pudgy side.
In the past though I would have let that one day determine the rest of my week, sometimes the entire friggn' month.
Not the new me.
I am back on the saddle today and riding the healthy horse.
Drinking water like it's my job and trying my absolute hardest to stay within my calorie range.
If I can do it.
YOU CAN DO IT!
I am still determined to be 15? when I weigh in at the doctors on the 21st!