Is it weird that...

-- It's only 9am and I want a big fat juicy hamburger with extra mayo on it. I blame this on nursing and I also blame nursing for my stubborn love handles that seem to be dead set on staying right where they are for-ev-er.

My mouth is watering from this picture. I think I  know what we are having for dinner.

-- Cosco's taco seasoning is like a HUGE staple in this house, enough so that I made a trip to the fatty store just for it. 

-- The happiest day of my life (okay, okay one of the happiest days of my life) was when my mom and dad pulled out of our driveway with Isaiah, Isaac, and Grace for 2 nights and 3 days, so that I could pack up the entire house. It really was bliss.

-- That the second happiest day in my life was the next morning when waking up to no bigger kids asking me for ANY-THANG! 

-- That my almost 7 year old asks daily for an iPad for his birthday. And for a split second, while wanting him to stop talking,  I entertained the idea of getting him one when I don't even have one myself.

-- I seem to always bribe Gracie girl that if she does x, then she will be able to put makeup on later. Why do I do this? Well duh, because it is the only thing that works.

-- Matt tells me at least once a week: "Babe, you should really make an appointment to get your hair done." Yes, its been 10 months since scissors or hair dye has touched these split end tangly locks, but really who has time. Not this mom. (I just looked in the mirror. I'll probably be heading to Aveda this week).

Really though, who needs Aveda when you have instagram to make your hair glow. 

-- The house we are renting does NOT have a dish disposal. Are you kidding me? Now EVERY time I am slaving away over the dishes and wiping out the sink for the hundredth time because the teeny tiniest crumb clogged up the drain or when peeling a potato or cutting the stem off of a strawberry, I feel complete solidarity with the pioneer woman living in her log cabins far from civilization, cooking all day over a fire and walking a half a mile for fresh water. Complete solidarity.  

-- I am still wearing the same flowered skirt that my mom bought me in 8th grade. Not getting rid of it. Ever. 

-- I dream about staying in a room by myself for 2 nights and a day with no one talking to me and food just thrown in at meal times. *sigh*  Doesn't that sound marvelous. See I told you I had an introverted side.