Hello world. I started this blog to capture my real authentic self. i have so many ideas and stories i want to share, but let’s be honest. Who has the time or energy? By the time i find the time, i have no energy, and when i have the energy, I have no time. (Every moms problem everywhere.)
Anyways, let’s focus back on tonights funny thing that happened to me when no one was around to witness. First off, I am a short person. About 5 foot 2 inches. Yes, I have step stools all around my house. Thanks for asking.
When I moved into my house I will never forget the first time trying to use the washer and I had to tip toe to try and reach the socks at the bottom. You know… well it never fails. I’m to busy, my ego is to fragile, too lazy, or he’ll I can’t find the stool. what ever the reason. I always stand to much on the tippy toes and tumbling over I go.
So this stuff happens all the time. Well tonight tonight was different. It’s Sunday so my just are tires. I mean wore out . Weekends are hard they are out of their routines. We are constantly running you know the drill. The brother was just not having it tonight. I mean like super tired. But he went to bed at 700pm and the sister she feel asleep super fast and I thought man I’m going to do nothing the rest of the night
Well I was wrong. 745pm the baby starts crying I go to check on him and he feels kinda hot no big deal. But he would not go back to sleep. So I get him out the bed and honestly I just let him lay on me till 11.
Now the embarrassing part. 😳 so I finally get him to go back to sleep. Put him in his bed. (I go to lay him down. I don’t want to drop him n wake him so I’m being super gentle and what do you know? I tumble head first n the crib. The bad thing about it. This is not my first time doing this. Now it doesn’t happen all the time but tonight I thank God because he did not wake up and I get to share the moment with you. The other time it happen when he was like 2 months old and wouldn’t stop crying . That time he woke up.
Anyways I know that was very long of a story for me to tell u I feel in a crib but hey who else am I going to tell….
OK byeeeeeee.