Is it just me or??......

Is it just me or does anyone else want a nanny? Or feel the need to be highly medicated...just most of the time?? From the moment I wake up I hear "Mommy mommy mommy", sometimes if I just lay in bed and check my phone, and try to wake up a bit, Quinn changes it up and say..."mommy get up, mommy get up, mommy get up" ....until I do it. It is really rather annoying. 

Next  it's mommy, "I want to watch cartoons", "I want milk", "can I have a brownie for breakfast?" and I haven't even had a chance to pee yet!! holy cow!

By the way, If you are wondering what prompted this blog, I just got back from another trip from Walmart. :)  The main purpose to go there was to exchange some summer type-pool strapless dress cover ups, for a smaller size. (victory) :)  They were getting too big. The top part kept kind of falling down, and the bottom part was really flow y... and yes it was really comfy, but made (me) think maternity. NOT the look I am going for.

I grab the next size down, try it on in the dressing room ( the kids are with me ) and I also take in a strapless bra too. 38C and 38D.......

{Let's rewind to last Friday.}

 A friend of mine and her son is a friend of Sophie's invited us to hang out at the public pool, on Saturday- it was opening day. I said sure!  I went to the store to buy a new swimsuit and cover-up on Friday. Took kids with me that day as well. Holy Shit. I hate Walmart. It makes me want to NEVER take my kids in there with me solo again. Do you know how much it sucks trying to try on swimsuits, in a dressing room with 2 rowdy kids, where there are 2 brooms stored in the handicapped dressing room?? Why are there 2 brooms in that dressing room anyway??? 

Add in the effin' 3 way mirror to show EVERY side of your messed up body. Thanks, thanks a lot, Walmart. Are you trying to sell clothes or NOT?? So, to say the least, I was majorly depressed when I tried on swimsuits, and totally stressed out and sweaty trying to wrangle my little monsters all while full on naked/half naked in the dressing room...then Quinn crawls under and OUT of the dressing room into the open and takes off!! I am scrambling for my clothes, who even cares about panties at this point- and I open the door to get her, and there she is looking under the doors of other peoples dressing rooms!!! Oh, my gawd. Give mommy a valium. Pronto. 

I didn't end up buying a swimsuit, because I told myself, that I am going to (continue to) work my ASS off to fit into a smaller size by the end of summer. I only bought a cover up.

I wore the cover up over my last years swimsuit on Saturday- opening day, the whole time I was there. (Chris and the girls went were there too) :)

Sunday- Sophie and I met another friend of mine and her adorable kids at the pool and I had my cover up on that day all day as well. 

Monday- Memorial Day- Chris, the girls and I- all went to the pool with the same friend and her kids and husband. This day, after a few days of sun on me (to better camouflage the flaws)...and a few days of seeing how some of the other people who attend the pool, are so NOT ashamed of their body or just dont care...or I dont know what. 

But, this day.....I wore my cover up to the pool, but I took it off when I arrived. Got in the water and played with the kids. Strutted my stuff with confidence. (I have been doing butt/leg/arm and cardio exercises)

I even noticed that I turned a few heads. Now, who knows what they were thinking. :O) but still.....it's gotta count for something!!

Plus, on the ride to the pool, I asked my wonderful husband...."I mean, I'm not the most unattractive woman there, right??''   He said..."not generally."   you can bet I scowled at him pretttttty darn good...and I did think about junk punching him too. But I did refrain. I think he read my mind though. ;) as he guarded himself.

Today- Tuesday 

I got on the scale this morning and I am down 5 pounds, since I weighed on Sunday morning!! Oh yeeeeah!! 

Going to the pool, working out, eating right and drinking lots of water has helped. Buuuut- probably going to the pool- has helped the most. The fear of wearing a swim suit (in public) will help almost anyone workout and eat better.  ;)

okay...back to this...

I grab the next size down, try it on in the dressing room ( the kids are with me ) and I also take in a strapless bra too. 38C and 38D.......

turns out, I have lost weight. My clothes, shorts and tops fit better around the tummy. The boobs... now that is a way different story. 

Tried on the C bra...spillage-outtage, big time. Onto the D. Worked perfectly. Guess  I haven't lost my boobs yet. Hopefully I wont, with the weight loss. (Since January I have lost now 25 pounds)  I still have lots more to lose but am just focused on getting healthy and staying on track/routine. And getting back into my pre-Sophie size shorts. 

Oh. And, I tried on the next size down for the cover ups....totally smashed the crap out of my boobs. The trip to Walmart was a waste of my time, and my sanity. I didn't even put Quinn or Sophie in a shopping cart this time, because I thought it would be a "fast" trip. But it completely wasn't. AT. ALL. 

another trip from, you know where. And to make matters worse the kids were hours past their nap times so they were in major meltdown mode, fighting, getting distracted by every item on every shelf. 

Quinn even threw herself down on the floor in the main aisle of Walmart, as I am checking out. 

A few people- pushing carts had to go around her. I really didn't care at that point. I let her have her fit. 

In fact. I wanted to join her. Then she sllloooowly walks to the car in the parking lot. I pick her up. 

She starts kicking and hitting me. I stand her up, spank her butt one time. and pick her back up, hold her on my hip. back to the car we go. Yes, there was at least one man that saw. I don't care. That is called good parenting.

Moral of the story is: I was trying to save time by going to walmart because I was already out and about. Next time... I will wait.  I would rather be in-convinced and have to make another trip to the store, after they are rested and happy, happy happy :) than listen to my kids whine and fight because they are way past tired.

....now. where is my wine at??