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Welcome to the Hellmonth–Another Super Not Super Mom

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 Hellmonth is halfway over! Can I get an “Amen”? Or..wait…that doesn’t really make sense, now does it?
Whatever. I’m on the downhill slide now.  (Downhill side? Downside? I HATE WORDS.) 
Now that competition season is over, I just have to make it through the 10 year reunion this Saturday, take the following week to decompress by showing Dead Poet’s Society to my juniors during our Transcendentalism unit (and grade their Crucible essays while they watch), dress Joshua up like a shark and take him to get some candy that I can eat, and drink some wine. Because, I mean, there has to be wine at any good and decent celebration.
Anyway, today’s guest blogger is FABULOUS. And I LOOOOVE her.  We go back to the good ol’ days of Babies on the Brain.  We got pregnant at the same time and were actually due a day apart. But her little guy decided to be breach and early and my little guy decided to be lazy and late. Both of them were the size of toddlers at birth.
Say hello to Jess from Taking it One Step at a Time.
Seriously, y’all. I cannot say enough good things about Jess.  If you don’t know her already, follow her on the Twitter (@jessis62781) and follow her blog and get to know her.  And if you share your wine with her she’ll be your bestie for life.
When Miranda asked me a few weeks ago if I would guest blog for her I was so excited for the opportunity.  I knew just what I wanted to write about.  I had it all planned out in my head and didn’t feel the need at all to even draft anything because I totally had this.
Then life stepped in.
You know, that bitch down the hall that sees you in your party dress and heels and  *accidentally* spills fruit punch down the front of you and don’t you just KNOW that you HAD to wear white that day and crap, here comes that cute guy and yeah…
That life.
To be fair, life wasn’t pouring red juice down the front of my shirt.  No, she just decided that now would be a great time to push the envelope in what is usually a pretty organized time management system a la Jess.
Big fat fail Jess.  Big. Fat. Fail.
This seems to happen to me quite often.  I make grandiose, intricate and often times unattainable plans only to realize at the absolutely last minute that I am not in fact super woman.
Or super mom.
Oh yes, for those that don’t know me, on top of a full-time job, a husband that has it made pretty damn well and a puppy that insists on having her butt itched for no less than 10 minutes every morning, I also have a toddler.

This little guy.
Cute right?
Don’t let him fool you.    
Because what I also didn’t mention was that while that wench life was messing up my perfectly organized desk this little monster toddler decided now would be a great time to not only break four teeth, but also to start going through a MAJOR mommy phase which entailed me to carry him around the Virginia Beach Aquarium.
Let me tell ya.  That kid in not light.  32 pounds, 35 inches of wriggling, whining {oh the whining} hot mess all in my arms because OBVIOUSLY daddy can’t do anything to please him and OH MY GOD THAT FISH JUST LOOKED AT ME SAVE ME MOMMA!
Thank god bedtime is at 7:30.
And yet, here I sit.
Here I sit still thinking about how great a weekend we had.  
Here I sit thinking about how flippin’ cute he is going to be dressed as a cheeseburger for Halloween.
Here I sit blessing my husband for not even attempting to make the moves on me after a particularly stressful day of no naps and a lot of cookies.
Here I sit.
Because at the end of the day that is what matters.  There aren’t enough tough times in the world to take away the fantastic things.
So yes, while I did have a fantastic blog post in mind for my dear friend Miranda, I fear that it has turned into nothing more than the rantings of yet another exhausted mommy who has an empty bottle of Pinot Grigio mocking her from the recycling bin.  And a broken set of wine glasses.  Oh yeah, and there’s no beer either.

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