True Story Tuesday: It's all about me.

Last night, my toddler spent 4 hours naked.  We're potty training.  I was so worried about him spraying that I must have asked every 20 minutes, "need to potty?".  He went three times.  New record.  And no spraying.  I admit, my parenting wasn't about the potty training; it was about saving my couch. 

True Story.

I bought a new pair of boots from Jen's blog sale and want to be a classroom teacher for a day.  Just to wear the boots.  But I don't want to grade papers.  Ever.

True Story.

I have no patience for matryr's and went on a tirade against one today.  I'm mean like that.  I'm sure I hurt her feelings but in reality, someone should have called her out long ago.  I decided it should be me.  I'm nice like that.

True Story. 

I need a vacation.  With just my husband. 

True Story.

I started running again about 2 weeks ago.   I ran for a year before Alexander was born and was in the best shape of my life.  While I hate the idea of running, once I'm going I don't mind it.  Of course, it may have something to do with burning calories so I don't feel so guilty consuming red wine.  Yea, that's probably it. 

True Story.