Welcome to Lizzy's Post Partum Pity Party!!!
Grab yourself a bowl of cheetos, a pint of ice cream, and have a seat. If your not in the mood to sit and listen to me moan about my silly little troubles then feel free to watch a movie. Here at the PPP Party we watch mid-twentieth century dramas such as Gentleman's Agreement, Come Back, Little Sheba, or Imitation of Life. No happy endings here, just good ol', rip your heart out drama. And, trust me, the movies are much better than my silly sob story. But, if you are a glutton for punishment then just keep on reading.
I've been so good this time around. I've done my best to avoid the post partum blues and I've made it this far unscathed, but today I give up. Today I'm letting the self pity overcome me. Today I'm throwing myself a regular pity party, complete with the works. I even let my kids eat cheetos for breakfast because I believe it's the little details that make the party.
Why am I so blue? Has there been a death in the family, illness, scandal? Has my husband been fired, cheating, or just plain mean? Have my children been misbehaving, making messes, or run away from home? Na. Nothing quite so validating is going on here. Nope, I'm just feeling sorry for myself because I want to. Because I have nothing to wear that isn't too small for me, maternity, or covered in puke/poop. Because I got my house cleaned spick and span last weekend (and I mean SPICK and span) and today it looks like a fuddy-duddy-mother-of-too-many-who-watches-soaps-all-day-long-in-her-mumu kind of house. Because today I almost cried over the spilt milk. Because it was half a gallon of spilt milk and I couldn't find any rags to mop it up because I'm behind in the laundry that was all caught up last weekend. Because Ben & Jerry's is so much easier to eat while holding a baby than chopping veggies for a fresh green salad. Because I want to wake up at 5am to go running before the kids wake up but the thought of loosing just one more hour of sleep makes me want to cry. Because by the time I get Cheeks asleep Mr. Hotness is asleep so I'm left drooling over a car of all things. And because... well... BECAUSE I WANT TO!!!
So, while you are all posting something witty on your amazing blogs, I'm going to go gnaw the cheeto scrudge off my fingers. Enjoy the party. =)