To Blame or Not To Blame

Okay, so I'm guilty. I sometimes use my motherhood as an excuse for everything under the sun.

I forget the milk when it was the one thing I went to the store to buy = "It's that mommy brain".

My house is mess = "I can't get a single chore done with My Little Man running around like a lunatic".

My clothes have stains on them = "Who can afford new clothes with the cost of childcare and diapers".

My butt is getting bigger = "my figure just isn't what it used to be before I had a baby".

Now, while there are hints of truths in all of these statements, it's also true that I can be a real space cadet, I hate doing laundry and filing paperwork, and I'm an utter slob, always spilling food on myself (also refer back to my last point about laundry). Lastly, I hate the gym and am eating guacamole and chips while I write this post. THERE. I said it. My Little Man (MLM)is not to (fully) blame for all my short (or wide) comings.

MLM might make it a lot harder to get things done right, but he's not the only reason. I'm not that much different from when before I had him. I'm officially taking ownership of my life and plan to get myself straightened out...right after I finish my chips that is. :)