Escapism Anyone?

I really love reality tv.  Sometimes the 45 minutes (we DVR and fast forward through those pesky commericals) I spend with my husband on the couch breathing the same air and watching the same (ridiculous) shenanigans is what I look forward to ALL. DAY.  Parked on the couch, staring blankly at the tv, taking in The Amazing Race, Survivor, Top Chef, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, etc.  Those last two watched after Chris is in bed--he just can't go there.  All of that is build-up for the penultimate reality show for me--So You Think You Can Dance. . . I heart that show.  Big times.

I find I'm wading through some serious exhaustion these days.  This makes me either the laziest person on the planet or the full-time working mom of a three-year old, a nine-month old and finishing up my first trimester of my last pregnancy.  When my OB asked how I was doing and I replied tired, he said it must be because I'm not taking my vitamins.  Sure.  That's why I'm so tired that even uploading pictures and editing them on my computer seems too much.

Clicking the remote?  Totally doable.  So that's where you'll find me these days.  Upping my IQ with the boob tube.  I mean, I do DVR Jeopardy and Private Practice.  Okay, so the last one doesn't really help the IQ, but it's so darn goooood.

Run-Away Day. . .or Life

Sometimes life gets away from you.  You're all, we make dinner, we save money, look at our kids, aren't they great?  Then the universe slaps you back into reality--you know, unplanned pregnancy (at 35) and then chronic exhaustion, husband has to work late, three doctor appointments in one day (we're all fine, don't worry) and you are back in check.  Hell, I was even behind on reading my blogs.

Now I'm all, there are piles of laundry everywhere, dirty dishes in the sink, endless whining of a three-year old, we ran out of homemade baby food, and had to order in 2 times this week out of necessity.

(As for the 3 doctor appointments, B had a follow-up GI appointment (she's doing great), I had an OB appointment, Jose [Baby Three], is doing well and then Brooklyn had a visit with the pediatrician because she's got a cold/ear infection. So nothing major, but it was quite a day).

I get it Universe.  I get it.  Consider me warned.

Three Year Old Logic

Ell:  Mommy, you got a baby in your tummy?

Me:  Yes, I do.

Ell:  Why? (he asks this of everything0

Me:  I just do.

Ell:  It's Minnie's baby.

Me:  Noooo, it's not Minnie's baby. (said through church giggles)

Ell:  Why?

Me:  (stumped)