Are We There, Yet?

Today, I'm currently rocking a white v-neck under shirt that kinda smells like B.O. and probably has baby stains on it.  I'm only guessing (I haven't found any) because people keep looking at me weird. Also, my jeans smell funny.  There is a great likelihood that these pants haven't been washed since I got them (I do that).

I've had a rough couple of weeks.

Life has finally started to sink in, and I've gotten senioritis for the third time.  Only, now I'm dealing with pure exhaustion, not a Donkey Kong hangover.  We're reaching the finale of our separation as the hockey season comes to an end.  I'm really excited for this.  I'm super anxious for time to fly.  There are about three weeks until the regular season ends.  Apparently playoffs last through the end of June.  Unlike college hockey, they do a best of 7 tournament.  What. the. heck?  Not only is that annoying for me, I believe Jarod will be dead by then.  With what I believe are 4 rounds, that's a total of what, 28 games? (I'm no good at math...or english grammar, apparently.) I know this sounds horrible, but I really hope they lose quick.  Being by myself at this point in the semester has proved to be disastrous. I mean, I'm exaggerating, but Sammy and school are wearing me down.

Sam is the most social, crazy baby I've ever met.  He, honest to gosh, is always talking like mad, giggling and now, moving around during all his waking hours.  In order to curb any depression that might occur, I've been dancing and singing a one woman broadway musical for him every morning to make him happy.  It also prevents him from moving around too much and maaaaybe falling off the bed. Oops! (It hasn't happened yet, mom)  Maybe it's spoiling him to give him all of this attention all the time, but I'll be damned if Sam is sad because I was too tired to play with him.  Sooo I put on a smile and dance around while singing to Rihanna (his personal fave) while he sits there laughing at how crazy mommy can be.  I'll tell you something, the introverted part of me is exhausted and a little uncomfortable, everyday.

Another way to entertain Sam

Sam's Blue Steel will make me millions someday... obvi why I please him.

I was reading my old blog posts and I said that I probably wouldn't be writing about Jarod and Sammy so much, but I believe that's all I've been writing about.  I guess my life without them is really boring or I'm one of those people that make their family their world.  Which one's better, because I'll just say that one. But seriously, look at how cute this kid is?  Through my weirdo stories about him, I'm bragging, not going to lie.  I'm thinking that I'm not sure how Sam is going to turn out when he gets older and if I'll be able to brag the way I am now.  I suppose I'm just trying to get my money's worth while I can.  While obvi I hope he's as great as he is right now forever, you can't be sure.  I usually look at my glass half empty for the comedic purpose of life, I've gotta go with my perfect little bambino always being the best kid ever.

Did you know:  When attacked by an alligator, it's best to punch him right in the honker.  Also, that zigzag walking will probs get you killed.  Straight lines are best when you're on land.