After the last post about my awesome dad, would it be wrong of me to admit that I'm sitting here in my pajamas, unshowered, having just polished off a chocolate bar for breakfast... and lunch?
No pictures, too frightening.
My poor husband has been waking up early every day to meet the demands at work and I can't pull my lazy carcass out of bed so I can shower before my kids wake up.
I'm still deciding if waking up to put kids back to bed, or change leaky diapers three to four times every night is a valid excuse.
I know right, gosh Serene, suck it up girl and get your lazy bum to work!
But I don't wanna!
Is there such a thing as too much honesty?