It's OK {confessions}
It's OK that this post has been in my drafts for almost 2 weeks.
It's OK that instead of setting it up to publish earlier I watched the Mindy Project and Call the Midwife while Mac napped and the Hubbs was outside with Caitlin. It's OK because I could actually hear the dialogue.
It's OK that I served dinner outside on one large serving tray. PB & J, goldfish, animal cookies and cuties. This is what working has reduced me too... Who am I kidding. This is nothing out of the ordinary.
It's OK that I was way too tired to write a post last night, so I skipped it. It was also my anniversary, so I spent some quality time with the Hubbs.
It's OK that it wasn't that kind of quality time. It was the watching the movie 50/50 kind of quality time.
It's OK that I'm exhausted beyond belief, but sadly when I get into my bed, I worry about what the next day will bring. What I have to add to my to do list. What I know isn't going to get done.
It's OK, that I'm secretly enjoying work right now, because I get to listen to books on my iPod. Like A Discovery, The HOST, and Life after Life.
It's OK that I'm really missing my kids, even though I complain about the crazy when I'm home.
It's OK that we started a Saturday with donuts and a trip to Target. Because I didn't want to wait and serve breakfast at home. It's OK that I bribed them with the donuts so they would put on their shoes and hurry up.
It's OK that the same Saturday ended with a fudgescicle. At 9 o'clock at night. It's OK because I still had to go to the grocery store for eggs, fruit snacks, and fruit.
It's OK that I broke the cardinal rule of blogging. I got dressed up, makeup and all and didn't take one single what I wore picture. What's up with that. It's OK, because I got a picture of my best friend and I at her baby shower.
It's OK that I had to cut work a few Fridays ago to take Mac to the doctor. It's OK that I totally lied about what happens at "the lab". It's OK that I popped a peanut butter chocolate egg in her mouth right after her blood was drawn. It's OK that I paid close to 8 bucks for a grilled cheese meal, chips, a banana, and a bottle of water.
It's OK because I was happy to do it.
It's OK that some weeks fly by faster than others. It's OK when 7 out of 7 dinners are fast food or cereal. It's OK when breakfast is on the run. It's OK that I'm kind of recycling this post.
Because if it can't be perfect, then it has to be OK.
Linking up with Neely for it's OK
