So,I thought I'd try out this blog thing. Since my 18 mo. old son (Bug) is napping (pounding on bedroom door), my week old son (Little Angel) is content (nursing...pardon typos), I thought I'd join the band wagon (everyone else is doing it!).
I have never believed myself to be a person who goes to food for comfort.
Until today.
On this "Happy" Halloween, my husband (Rocket Scientist) walked out of here on his way to school looking like... well...... let's just say he likes to dress up like a vampire, and Halloween is really the only day he can without too much raised eyebrows. Back to the story though folks... there was a point on this "Happy" Halloween when Bug was in time out for excessive whining, Little Angel was refusing to latch on despite his hunger pains, and tears were streaming down my face out of frustration at not being able to calm down either of my sons, or myself. I was all alone, trying desperately to be the kind of mother my children need. But I needed help. I turned to the only One who could. About a minute after crying my heart out pleading for help, there was silence in the home. Not only silence, there was peace. I felt it, and I'm sure my dear sons did as well.
Needless to say I still needed something after I put Bug down for his nap. I was quite emotionally drained. I turned to three Oreos, and milk. Then I turned here, and started posting. Hopefully this will be my new outlet, so I can get started on loosing all this baby weight.
