Week In Review: Rhonda

Fuck, y’all….like fuuuuuuuck.  It has been a hell of a week.  You’ll see.

Monday was another day of my usual – working my ass of during the day and working while sipping adult beverages at night.  It was National Tequila Day, so I celebrated accordingly.

Tuesday, I finally met in person a friend of mine from a healthy eating group.  His granddaughter was in town and curious about LipSense and I met up with her and demoed some products.  He cooked us an amazing meal of unstuffed cabbage rolls and though I had a migraine, I thoroughly enjoyed my time there before I went home to lie down.

Wednesday, though.  For fuck’s sake.  I always liked Wednesdays.  Then this.  I woke with a start at about 7:10, which is earlier than I typically get up when the kids are home.  I was foggy and not sure of what was going on around me, but I could hear SOMETHING that just didn’t sound right.  It suddenly occurred to me that it was the sound of water…and I was alone in the apartment.  I looked around and saw water in the bathroom and at first, couldn’t tell WHERE or HOW.  I leapt up and ran and then screamed…and shrieked…cursed…and flipped the FUCK OUT.  Because everywhere, there was water.  Turns out a pipe had burst behind the cabinet.  I tried to cut off the sink water, but of course the break was on the other side of the wall.   I ran around throwing towels about with one hand and texting and calling Stuart with the other.  He came home as quickly as he could after calling the apartment complex emergency maintenance line.  Within an hour there was 2 inches of downstairs because water had begun to pour through the ceiling.  Half our bedroom carpet was sopping wet.  I had run downstairs when I realized I heard water there and screamed like something out of a movie when I saw that Elizabeth, my beautiful golden best friend (MacBook), was on the kitchen table, directly underneath the water pouring through the ceiling.  Stuart and I spend all day picking shit up off the floor, moving furniture out of the house for the workers to come handle shit, and moving furniture back.  We took the Macbook to Best Buy, who recommended we put it in rice.  Um, ok, cool.  Then we gave up on life and went on a spontaneous date to Buffalo Wild Wings.  What a fucking mess.

Thursday I took care of some errands and treated myself to some coffee, then came home to work some more and cook dinner.

I decided that after the week I had, some pool time was certainly warranted.  I spent a lot of time over there, soaking up the rays and the hot ass weather.

Saturday, we went to look at some houses with our agent and we absolutely fell in DEEP love with one in particular.  It was such a nice time planning for the future with my guy.  We invited Stuart’s coworker over for grilling and we had such a great time sipping on drinks (SOME of us got drunk) and enjoying some good eats.

Sunday, we went to get the kids after two weeks of them away.  It made for a long day, as we made some stops on the way home.  It was lovely to have them back though!  It’s never dull around here.

 

 

A Parent’s Influence

The ways my dad made me the person I am today – Ashley

I’m pretty sure that most parents, don’t set out with every single little value that they want to instill in their children’s hearts and minds. I mean I know this is how I feel about my approach. I know we all have core beliefs and values that we want to share with our children and hope that they adopt them because we believe that they will make them better human beings. A lot of times those things happen by accident, or our parents try to bestow one set of beliefs on us and we reach for the exact opposite.

Father’s day was this past Sunday and I can say without a doubt that I am super lucky to have the dad that I have. I get all sentimental when I think of the ways the has knowingly and unknowingly shaped who I am. To say that I was a “daddy’s girl” growing up is an understatement. I pretty much worshiped my dad. In my memories of him he was the end all and be all. He knew everything. He did no wrong. His stature was even bigger.

As I got older – all of that changed for me. I could clearly see his faults. I realized that he did not in fact know everything. I also noticed that he is so tiny. Did any of those realizations make me love him less? Did any of that make me like him less? Nope. My dad is in no way perfect, but he’s the perfect dad for me. I will forever be grateful and mindful of the ways that he (maybe unintentionally?) shaped who I am, for the better.

  • My dad taught me that gender roles at home don’t have to be a thing. My mom never really cooked for us on a regular basis. She didn’t like to, and my dad does. So he cooked dinner every night. He made breakfast and lunch on the weekends. My dad would also always make my mom’s plate for her. I know that my dad didn’t do this because he sought to prove anything to anyone – he was just doing his part. It didn’t matter that he was the man or that he worked long 12+ hours a day (mostly outside). My mom didn’t like to cook – and he did. So he cooked for us. Plain and simple. I always said that I’d marry a man who would cook for me too, because I absolutely hate it. That hasn’t happened yet, but fingers crossed one day it will. 😉 Dad likes to say that my liberal tendencies started because I went to MUW…got news for you dad…you started it. You showed me that I don’t have to fulfill the roles that society deemed ‘fit for a woman’. You didn’t mean to. You even tried to teach me how to cook and attempted to get me to appreciate the value in knowing how to prepare a meal for my future loved ones. Your actions though. Your actions every single night in that kitchen showed me that I can do whatever I want to. You showed me that I can be the person I want to be – and that there would be someone out there who could support that and stand by me while I did.
  • Sometimes my dad can be harsh. There have been many times that I’ve seen him bring my mom to tears or illicit one of those “looks” because he said something completely inconsiderate. Sometimes my dad can be incredibly narrow minded. It’s his way or the highway. When he believes that he is right – well he won’t back down. These two characteristics are things that I’ve always intentionally (and sometimes subconsciously) tried to not embody. I think twice..a million times…before I speak. Especially to those that mean the most to me. And I never ever want to be narrow minded. I’m continually trying to understand and relate to and find common ground with people. I don’t change my mind easily. I just know the danger in not being able to open my eyes to what’s around me and know how to stand firm in what I believe within the midst of differences -even if those differences are among my family. 
  • Politics – standing up for what’s important to you by voting, being informed, and knowing who you want to shape the laws of the country that you live in. All of that was not something that I even worried that much about. The first time that I can remember even caring was when Barack Obama ran for president the first time. My dad said to me once that I’d really really care when I realized how much all of that actually affected my life. He was so right. I’m living in a time right now where I feel like so many of us are having to actively stand up and fight for what we want our political leaders to advocate for on our behalves. So yeah, you were right dad. We may not see eye to eye on what I we want. You definitely also taught me how much I hate FOX News…despite the fact that you continue to listen to it. 😉 But nevertheless – you always tried to let me know that I can’t just live my life and think that what’s going on in our government and elsewhere in this country does not affect me. I used to think you were being overly dramatic – now I know you weren’t. 
  • Being deliberate about showing interest in my children, the things they like to do, and the things I’d like for them to like doing with me. My dad has always been that way. He included me in his hobbies. I really really saw his deliberate attempt at a strong and connected relationship through his interaction with my little brother. I see him do it with my own son and daughter. My kids may not end up liking the same things I do. I just want them to remember that I always included them and that I always wanted to be a part of what they wanted to do as well.

So yeah. Thanks dad. You’re my number one guy from the beginning … Love you,

Week In Review: Rhonda

As you know, we had a lot going on and skipped our Week in Review last week.  So I going to to just hit the highlights.  I had a kid-free two weeks, so it was both relaxing and productive, with a good dose of fun!

Tuesday and Wednesday, I took advantage of my solo status and worked at Starbucks and Buffalo Wild Wings…with shopping breaks.  I got a lot of blogging, working, and writing done, along with a healthy dose of people watching.

Thursday and Friday were spent getting some stuff done around the house and relaxing. I worked on some wedding party stuff, which was really exciting.  Friday night was supposed to be the night that Ashley arrived for a visit, but the airline had different ideas, so we invited Stuart’s coworker over to grill.  Stuart grills a mean steak.

Ashley finally arrived Saturday and we had a wonderful whirlwind day.  Shopping, happy hour, a tattoo for Ashley, and a night at the Fort Worth Stockyards.

I finally got to start wedding dress shopping.  More to come on that later.  Suffice it to say, nothing I tried worked, but I got a better idea of what I wanted.

After a Thursday afternoon spent at Starbucks working, Friday brought about a great surprise – Stuart took the day off to take care of our internet issues.  Once those were cured, we went to visit the marketing coordinator at our preferred venue.  We were happy to determine that it is THE place for us.  I’ll tell you more later!  Later that evening, Stuart surprised me with a date night to our favorite steakhouse.  I can’t recommend enough that you try out The Keg in Arlington for the kind of steak that that nearly gives you an orgasm.

We spent Saturday with all the relaxation.  We stopped by an open house for a rental house.  It was oddly situated in a sketchy neighborhood but was a super nice house.    Stuart once again surprised me as we dropped by our wedding venue for a quick beer (they were about to close).  We came home to grill again, which is always a good idea.

Sunday was our final morning without children, so we had brunch, then went to Stuart’s messy-ass office for him to do some work.  Then we hit the road to get the kids, which is always a grand adventure.

What did you do this week?  Get into anything fun?

 

Stop Living For the Freakin’ Weekend

I can admit that I’ve been this person who counts down to Friday…just waiting for the weekend to come so that I can live.  While I do still very much look forward to the weekends, my life got exponentially better when I stopped living for the weekend.  Yours can be that way too.

Here’s the thing, y’all.  There are seven days in a week.  What happens when you spend a good chunk of the week in a blur, waiting for Saturday?  You lose valuable time that you can never get back.

What about the weekend makes it more special than the weekdays for you?

Do you work Monday through Friday and off on weekends? And do you dislike that job?  Is it stressful?  Do you hate school days because of all the chaos that comes with that?  Maybe you are a stay-at-home parent and your other half works weekdays so you look forward to having an adult around on the weekend.

For me, there were times when I did not place much value on the weekends because I was a retail manager and usually worked.  I worked a couple of jobs that were typical weekday jobs and they were highly stressful, so I looked forward to that weekend break and time with my family.  Currently, working for myself from home and homeschooling four children, I crave those weekends, which bring time with Stuart and help around the house.  He works very long days, so I don’t even get to look forward to time in the evenings with him much.

Somewhere along the way, I changed in the last few months.  I started just taking advantage of blocks of time every day.  It took deciding that I was going to be positive and enjoy each and every ordinary day.

A random Tuesday doesn’t have to be full of plans and fun moments to be enjoyed.  It takes a simple action – a naptime margarita, a playdate with your best friend and her kids, watching shitty reality TV in your room while the kids watch YouTube videos, a trip to Ulta or a solo movie while your kids are at school.

There are two things I do every weekday to make sure I am taking care of my mental health and just living my life to the fullest.

  1. My pre-dinner ritual.  Whether or not the kids are home, I turn up my favorite music, pour a drink, and dance around the kitchen while I make dinner.  Trust me, it makes cooking dinner less of a routine chore and more of a moment to be enjoyed.  Sometimes I Snapchat the moment.  Sometimes I Instagram it.  Sometimes I leave my phone on the charger and just soak it in.
  2. Naptime routine.  My boys do not nap and Claudia rarely does, but we still make it part of the day.  They get in their beds, I put on the TV or hand them a tablet, and I take a coffee or beer to my room.  I lock the door and watch DVRed shows, workout, blog, do my makeup…whatever I want to do in peace.  They aren’t allowed to so much as knock on the door unless someone is hurt.

You don’t have to do the same things I do to make your day good.  But do something that makes you happy.  Soak in a bath, text a good friend, watch horrible TV, go for a walk, read a book, sit in Starbucks.

Every day is special.  Every.  Freaking.  One.  Because you’re still alive…. And the weekend will be here before you know it.  Now go live.

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Mommy Confessions Volume II

Rhonda here, taking my turn at the Mommy Confessions.  I have a lot of shit to confess, but we will start here.

I knew my entire life that I wanted to be a mother.  I always knew it would be part of my life.  I looked forward to reading to my children, making them healthy lunches, and playing games with them (HA! Joke is on me, because here’s a mini-confession for you…I hate doing ALL those things).  I knew that parenting wouldn’t be a big walk in the park, of course.  As a child playing House, I would role-play not just the rocking my baby to sleep, but also the yelling at my toddler to PLEASE be quiet and take a nap.  One thing I didn’t expect for when I had children is that I just might spend a large amount of my time yearning for them to go Grandma’s, go play in the other room, go to the store with Daddy, go to bed…. Just GO.

I am in the first few days of a two-week period with no children.  They are at their dad’s house until after Father’s Day.  I can’t tell you how I have excitedly waited for this week.  Oh, the solitude!  Wandering every aisle at Target, getting some work done at Starbucks, aimlessly weaving in and out of shop doors, deep cleaning the kitchen for four hours, being naked when I want, watching TV on the couch instead of in my room.  It’s glorious.  Of course, there is also that whole thing where I get to spend quality time with Stuart.  The thing is, he works super long days so I am getting lots of Rhonda Time.  I ain’t mad at it.  I have always been a person who needs some time alone to do whatever I feel like doing.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know the old cliché is kinda true – The days are long, but the years are short.  Parents spend so much of the day watching the clock and not enough time soaking up the moments.  I know I for sure am so guilty of that.  I fully recognize that one day, I will miss them being needy and totally into me.  I will miss a tiny boy climbing into my bed to tell me I’m her best friend.  Supposedly, I will someday miss my house being a wreck (not fucking likely).

Here’s the thing, though… my real confession is that I don’t give a single fucking fuck what you think about how much I enjoy being away from my children.  I love it.  I love the hell out of it. I am not sorry.  I could just about cry for joy when I wake up in the morning and realize I can go get coffee without tiptoeing around, trying not to wake someone before I can drink my sweet nectar of the gods.

People always have a comment about what other parents do and this certainly is no exception.  When learning that my kids would be gone for 15 days and that I was making all sorts of plans, people have said, “Oh wow, I couldn’t stand to be away from kids for that long” or something to that effect.  And it’s always said with a tone that suggests that I am not on their parenting level because I don’t want a small person up my ass all day every day.  If that’s you and you enjoy that, then more power to you!  You go, Mama.  (But also, you can’t complain that you haven’t worn makeup or gone on a date in 12 years – that was your choice.)

So yes, I am going to enjoy these days with my children left in the beyond capable hands of their father.  I’ll be a better mother for it.

Week In Review – Rhonda

Hey, hey! We decided to delay the week in review posts to enjoy our Memorial Day events.  Just kidding, we totally forgot it was Monday until after 5 pm. So anyway, on to my week.

I hit the ground running on Monday.  I kicked its ass and sold a lot of toothpaste and lipsense.  That’s always a good thing!  Claudia made sure to be a big help for me all day, but especially when it was time to do dishes, her favorite task.

I had lots of errands to run on Tuesday, so after trying a new hairstyle (obsessed with this iron that gave me fast and easy messy waves), we hit the road.  Shipped some orders and went to the grocery store.  Then came home to make dinner, which ended up being fun and relaxing.

Wednesday, I took the kids to the playground.  It was absolutely perfect weather and they really needed to run off some energy.  We had a great time.

I took the kids to Target Thursday in an attempt to get some birthday stuff done.  It was a fail.  However, I did come home and make a successful and healthy dinner and Stuart brought home a bust form he bought for my resale shop, which was really exciting!

With one day left before Harper’s birthday party, I had last-minute shopping to do on Friday.  After that, the kids helped me get some decorating done.  And by “helped,” I mean got in my way.

Saturday was party day and we had a guest cancel last minute leaving us with an intimate family party, which are my favorite anyway.  It was perfect and Harper was happy, which is all that matters.  We grilled in the evening and had a great time just catching up with Dustin and drinking too much.

Sunday, before Dustin headed back home, we had him stay with the kids while we went to look at a house.  It was an absolutely perfect home (sadly though, we didn’t have our funding worked out yet and someone else has already put in an offer) and it was exciting to start looking at houses.  In the evening, I stepped on a piece of glass with BOTH feet, because I am freakishly talented.  It was extremely painful and bloody.  We ended the day with grilling again and just enjoying the less-humid weather.

Memorial Day was absolutely lovely.  You know you’re having a good day when you totally forget it’s Monday.  We did what most people do and grilled and drank.  Which also happens to be what we do every weekend lately.  I also cut the boys’ hair in the afternoon.  It was just the perfect day at home.


For My Mama – Love, Rhonda

Damn, mothering is hard.  Like, really hard.  I never really understood exactly what goes into parenting until I became a parent myself – I’m sure every parent can say that.  On a daily basis, I experience every emotion possible – joy, sadness, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, love, contentment, and so on.  It is absolutely a rollercoaster ride.

It’s amazing to think back to my childhood and the way my mama was with us.  I can’t remember her ever losing her temper.  That isn’t to say she never lost it, but if she did, it didn’t stick with me.  Good god, I hope my kids don’t think back as adults and remember that I am an asshole most of the time.  Mama and Daddy lived traditional marriage roles and I honestly believe it was the best thing for us children.  She was always there when we got off the school bus, with a snack and hugs.  I always knew my mom would be there for me.  I still know that today.

As teenagers, my brother and I were absolute dreams.  I am not kidding – ask anyone with close knowledge of my family.  I didn’t go through the typical I-hate-my-mother phase that most teen girls do.  If anything, we were the closest in my teen years.  I knew that no matter what I was going through – boy trouble, friend drama, making a C on a test (yes I was the person who might cry over that), color guard stress – mama would have a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

 

Mama was always The Cool Mom.  “Shit” was always part of her vocabulary, she put me on birth control just because I had a boyfriend, she encouraged me to wear short-shorts and midriff tops (I refused both and wish I could go back and slap myself), and I never had a curfew.  And you know what?  I was so fucking well-behaved.  Sometimes I think back and roll my eyes because I totally missed out on the rebellious teenager experience.  Giving us so much space to make stupid mistakes really allowed us the freedom to discover ourselves and turns out, we were super good kids.  I didn’t drink until I was in college, I only had sex with my super-long-term boyfriends, and didn’t get into legal trouble until I was a parent myself.  I’ve still never done drugs.  I know that my mama contributed to my good behavior.  When parents smother their kids, kids rebel.  It wasn’t an issue in my household, as evidenced by the fact that I could stay at my boyfriend’s house until 1:00 am.  I was allowed to make these decisions.  My mama trusted me.  The feeling was mutual.

The way I was mothered has shaped the way I parent.  My kids are fully allowed and encouraged to fuck up.  It’s the only way we learn.  And holy shit, the woman is the best grandparent.  My grandmother was everything to my ENTIRE family and I couldn’t have imagined that my own mama would be just as amazing, but she really is.   I come from a long line of strong southern women and I wouldn’t be the crazy person I am today without that.

My mama taught me so many things, but the most important thing she taught me was self-confidence.  When I started developing, I would walk with my arms crossed over my chest and she told me to walk confidently.  Last year, I wore a bikini for the first time as a mother and I almost cried as I texted a picture to her.  She has been rocking bikinis since always.  And she really ROCKS it because she is confident.  I am glad she has taught me to love myself.

I love you, Mama, and I hope I can be as fucking crazy and strong as you.

Week In Review: Rhonda

Oh boy… the first week back after vacation is always a killer.  I seriously was not myself for the first several days.  My mind was somewhere on a beach, sippin’ something strong.  I’m back now though, for the most part.  It’s been a fun week and I’m happy to be settling back into some normalcy.

You already know I was still at the beach Monday and that part of Tuesday was spent traveling home.  Stuart took off work early to pick me up from the airport and I came home to lots of presents and a spotless house.  What more could I ask for?  Oh, how about a pan-seared tuna steak and a glass of wine?

Wednesday was the day to pick up the kids, but I had all day to myself.  I can’t even tell you what I did.  I slept, worked a little, watched TV, and cleaned.  Then Stuart came home with another gift, a perfect adult coloring book.  We jammed to some favorite tunes in the car, then stopped for dinner before scooping up the kids.

I woke up motivated Thursday, slowly getting back to normal life.  I pounded some coffee, worked out, received MORE gifts, and cooked a healthy dinner.

Friday was Cinco de Mayo, which is really just an excuse to drink tequila in case I feel like I need one.  I took the kids to my favorite store, Total Wine, where I growled at them because they couldn’t stop touching things. Surely you all know the mom growl that we use in public when polite reminders are working but you don’t want to be the Yelling Mom.  I got my tequila and came home to make taquitos, nachos, and margaritas.

If you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning you know how much I love my weekends.  You also know that we always start with my super strong mimosas and sometimes never get out of bed.  This Saturday, we stepped outside the box a little.  After boozy brunch, we went to the water park where we have season passes.  We really had a great time and everyone enjoyed soaking up some sun.

Sunday was closer to the usual weekend.  After boozy brunch, we just kept on sipping all day.  I never got dressed and I don’t think I even brushed my hair.  Sometimes, you just want to lie down and spend time with your people.

It was the perfect week for getting back into the swing of things.  I am mostly back to normal now, working my ass off and being healthy.

Do you have a hard time bouncing back after vacation?

Week In Review: Rhonda

Hello, hello!  I have kicked off this Monday in the best mood.  It is really exciting to know that my vacation is starting later this week.  I have a lot to do between now and then, so I am pounding the coffee and getting shit done.  Let’s recap the past week, shall we?

Last Monday, I kicked the week off by beginning the packing process for my trip.  I knew I needed to make some lists, plan some outfits, and figure out what pieces I needed to shop for.  I was surprised to need more than I thought.  Some of my shorts are too big now and wouldn’t work.  I kept to a mix-and-matchable color palette of black, grey, and olive.

Swimsuit shopping happened Tuesday.  This was probably my third suit shopping trip this month.  So annoying.  It’s the worst when you have been working your ass off to lose weight and get in shape, but your damn mama tummy is still there.  I finally had success though and walked away with some pieces to mix and match.

Also on Tuesday, I was able to reveal something really exciting, which was my results after THREE DAYS of this hot new whitening toothpaste.  I am so impressed and so were my friends.  I sold three tubes within half an hour of sharing.  If you want in too, drop a comment and I’ll get you more information.

We went shopping again Wednesday, with me desperately trying to find some pieces for my vacation.  It wasn’t a success in the least, but we had a good time.

Thursday, Claudia and I went out on a little shopping excursion again.  She proudly dressed herself and was rewarded (bribed) with popcorn and an Icee in hopes that I could actually focus on the task at hand, completing my vacation shopping.  Success!

Friday was a park day for us.  Usually, I stand there and half-watch them, waiting for them to be done playing, sneezing my ass off.  I decided to take a different approach this time, needing a base tan for my upcoming vacation.  I laid out a blanket in the green space, close enough to the playground to keep an eye.  I was silly to think I could read though.  Between random parents feeling the need to talk to me and my kids wanting me to help them blow bubbles, that just didn’t happen.  It was lovely anyway though and I got some color!

Saturday is always such a relief from the stressors of the week.  The kids enjoy sleeping in and having stress-free time with me.

We started out the beautiful day enjoying a 20-degree drop in temperature from the day before.  We made all these fun plans to get outdoors.  Then we drank all the mimosas and it didn’t happen.  What did happen was a cranky ass toddler.  She cried because we wouldn’t shave her head then cried because Stuart wouldn’t give her bacon that he just started cooking.  He finally handed her a raw piece, but she couldn’t get down with that.  I can’t imagine why.

We did get out in late evening to make a grocery run.  Claudia couldn’t hang.  She fell asleep in the car.

Sunday was more of what you have probably come to expect from my weekends – mimosas and family time.  I didn’t get out of my robe until after five and even then, put on shorts and a tee.

Next week, I will not be posting my Week in Review, as I will be on vacation!  When I get back though, I plan on a vacation recap.  You can keep up with my girl-time shenanigans by following us on Instagram and Snapchat.


Week In Review: Rhonda

Another week in the books, folks.  Holiday weeks always fly by for me and this was no exception.  What’s super exciting is that I am now TEN DAYS from my vacation, which means I can NOT let this week fly by.  I have so much prep to do for the trip!

I had a typical Monday.  Lots of stress, clowning kids, and work.  Restocked the shop and now I have so much in stock!

We studied moon phases on Tuesday, which was a hit for all four kids.  I was incredibly impressed that even Quentin fully understood and retained the information.  I got a great workout in, even doing my planks with two children on my back.  In the afternoon, I made Nick help me out with the shop.  He hated every second.

The littles went to Ulta with me on Wednesday.  They were obsessed with the lighted wall portions and wanted to take like fifteen pictures in front of it.  I didn’t get anything super exciting, just some pore cleansers and stuff.

Thursday was playground day, mostly due to the fact that we had a plumbing issue and waiting around on the maintenance guy to come was annoying.  We decided to just get the hell out of the house.  I somehow always forget that the playground we like is overrun by school kids between 12 and 1 every day.  We ended up ditching it and trying a new park.  It was a hit and I am glad, because it is super close to home!

I also started working on my vacation wardrobe, trying to figure out what I am taking and what I need to buy.  All the color and pattern in my closet and I chose a bunch of black and olive green.  Typical.

Friday, we did some watercolor painting for school, then Claudia and I went in search of some things for my vacation. I am a romper lover and seriously over half of what I tried on was rompers and that was not intentional.  I just gravitate toward them.

On Saturday, I got the rare opportunity to go shop solo after brunch.  I was determined to find a swimsuit for my trip, but not surprisingly, that was a fail.  You know what wasn’t a fail?  Restocking my sparkling water supply.

Easter Sunday was lovely, but really not much different from any other Sunday.  We didn’t leave the house and I stayed in my robe all day.  Nobody wore pants.  I lived vicariously through everyone on Facebook in their Easter outfits.

In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I busted my ass carrying Claudia down the stairs.  I now have a gnarly bruise on my ass.  It is super painful and I can’t even sit normally or lie on my back.  A group I am in on Facebook completely imploded when I took shit to a petty and dramatic level.  I was just all done with it.

Did you have a good Easter?  What do you do for the holiday