Holy crap.

I honestly didn't think that I'd make it past the first blog. I'm too damn busy to pee on a regular basis (which thankfully coincides with my lack of fluid intake lately) let alone write stuff other than checks to pay bills. p.s. I hate companies that don't allow you to pay your bill online. But I digress.

I was just thinking on the way to work about my kids. "Kids." To be honest, I never saw myself having one child. And now I have two. I'm 100% sure that it's a direct result of finding a man who I could look at and think "Wow. He's is soooooo hot..." No, no, no...what I meant to say was "Wow, he'd be a great father."
I was also thinking that more than once a day I think to myself, I still feel like a kid. I like freezies, Looney Toons, and hate doing chores. So then I wonder if I really am the best mother I can be. I'm sure that at some point every mother feels like that. Or at least I hope. I already know that I'm screwed with two DAUGHTERS. I was watching "Real Housewives" the other day (shut up) and one of the broads has two teenagers. I wanted to reach through that t.v. and give them one bad ass spanking. Yep- Brad and I are in trouble. Because even if our kids are more well behaved then two orange county spoiled brats- they are still girls and they still have mood swings. Trust me, I know from experience.

I was also wondering what they will be like when they grow up. What will they look like, what job will they have? I'm hoping that they will look back and think "Even though my Mom once threatened to sell me on Craig's List...I know she loves me." or "Even though my Mom threatened to sell me to the nice Vietnamese farmer at the farmer's market, I know she cares." (Hey- I gotta get some of my money back.)

My oldest says some damn funny things though, so maybe she will be a famous comedian.

Well, gotta go. There is a sandwich calling my name. I like to eat.

-lindseyian