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Confessions From The Road

I am beyond tired from travel. It's amazing how riding in a car and doing nothing for like 12 hours can wear you out. So I'm going to forgo my usually awesome opening paragraph for a confessions post and just get to posting pictures of Trent Edwards spilling my guts.

  • On Wednesday while travelling 600+ miles with my mom and five kiddos, I had the pleasure of holding my son at a precise angle on the side of a major highway. My goal? To keep his butt suspended above the cold hard ground while still keeping him from pooping on either of us. Did I laugh uncontrollably the whole time? Yes. Did he grunt? Yes. Does sharing this story make me a mommy blogger or just a bad mom? Discuss amongst yourselves.

  • Truthfully now that I've shared his name, picture and this story, it'll probably be a long time before he can get a girl to go on a date with him. I'm ruining his life, one day at a time. Aren't you grateful I'm not your mom? Don't answer that. You might make me cry. I'm a sensitive soul. I'm a real delicate flower.

  • Since I'm all uprooted this week by travel, I find I lack focus (even moreso then usual), but I wanted to tell you that my husband finally noticed that one of my tabs at the top of this page says Trent Edwards. He was disturbed for a second and then he remembered who I was and laughed at me.



  • This picture is just because I haven't posted one in awhile and I thought you might be going through withdrawals.

  • Me too.

  • All better.

  • I had WiFi at the hotel last night, but I still let the scheduled post go.

  • On our way to GA my mom and I stopped to feed our kids dinner at the Wendy's behind my real life friend, Pirate Mom's house. (Twelve hours from my own house) So I ran to her house while the kids ate, gave her a hug and went back to finish dinner. A quick hug from a friend is better then no hug at all.

  • My husband is growing a beard. I like it. A lot.

  • My dad has a beard. This freudian connection creeps me out.

  • My short term goal for next week is to locate a local homeschool group and join. I don't usually like being part of groups, but it'll be good for my kids. I'm hoping this sacrifice on my part will lessen the amount of time Anthony has to spend in therapy once he finds out that I posted on the Internet that he pooped on the side of the road when he was three.