Wednesday, July 17, 2013

So What! Wednesday

It's So What! Wednesday.
Which should be read as "You've got to be kidding me? It's only Wednesday!?"

Here is what I'm saying So What! to this week:
  • Connor has completely drained me of any desire to do anything thanks to his nightly 3 a.m. crib parties and 6:30 a.m. wake-up calls.
  • My parents and niece and nephew are coming to visit in September and I'm worried that they will melt and die from the Texas heat. It's a real bitch, folks.
  • I exaggerate way too much.
  • I stopped following a few bloggers because I couldn't take another post about how hot and awesome they are. Get over yourself.
  • James says Connor doesn't need a birthday party in Texas since we are having one in Ohio. 
  • My husband is a fool sometimes.
  • Getting curtains for 3 of the rooms in our home made me the happiest girl in Target last night at 9:30.
  • I have a to do list as long as my arm and I find myself doing everything BUT what's on my list.
  • Having your own graphic designer is the bomb. Not to mention saves you tons of moolah.
  • I haven't used my camera in weeks. 
  • Sometimes staying in pajamas all day makes me feel better about not leaving the house. I mean, I can't leave the house in pajamas. And Lord knows, I can't change, either.
  • I needed a Diet Coke so badly yesterday, that I put a diaper only wearing Connor in his car seat so that I could get to Del Taco as quickly as humanly possible. 
  • I clearly have problems.


  1. On the weekends I usually throw Hunter in the car in his jammies and do a McD's drive thru run.

    I usually have to get up at 6am for work during the week so it doesn't bother me too much that Hunter wakes up at 6:30am...on the weekends it's a different story.

  2. LOL!! He def needs a party both places! He's only ONE once!

    And here's to hoping you all get some SLEEP ASAP!!

  3. I hope you get some sleep soon. I'm struggling too. Mine gets up at 3:30 and then 6:30am. It's really miserable.

  4. BAHAHAHA! I'm RARELY out of my pjs before 5pm... And that's only so I can throw on my workout clothes, which aren't any cuter or classier.
    There is nothing wrong with exaggeration. It simply brings a little color to any story or conversation. (My husband is always telling me to stop exaggeration. I'm constantly telling him to go piss up a flag pole.)


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