Boogers.

I’m sitting here, in my living room, listening to my baby and her daddy on the baby monitor. It’s kinda like spying…kinda.I feel sly.

(*insert sly looking picture)

 It’s early. And, for one reason or another (ok…for one reason, really), I stopped drinking coffee; but instead decided to substitute it for hot cocoa because it’s…black-ish...kinda like coffee. It doesn’t work the same. And really it’s not even early…somewhere between sweat pants and text books…and bouncy seats and binkies, 7:30am became late. I’m guessing it’s about the same time 10:30pm became late. The sudden change…or lack of…sleeping habits has significantly impaired my judgment. Let me explain..

Yesterday, I did not shower. I ate cookie dough for lunch. I whipped several juicy baby boogers on my pants. I might not have brushed my teeth. (Let me just say I am married, I know I am starting to sound REALLY attractive right now…) I cleverly bypassed the mirror several times, until I answered the door sometime in the afternoon…(people not related to me do not need to be exposed to that kind of….raw beauty).  So I decided to wash my face and brush my hair…some time after 6ish(pm) I threw on cloths I did not sleep in the night before and caked on some mascara, and left the house.

Sometime between “It was great! We didn’t go to bed until like 3 in the morning!” and “It was great! We went to bed at like 9:30!” …boogers become less gross.

Maybe I’ll keep these blog things short…You know, to encourage frequency.

Let’s talk again before another month goes by.