In the middle of the day today, Wednesday, I was sitting out in the sun next to the pool with my feet up, a cool breeze on my face, and a Kindle in my hand to explore Pinterest and read whatever I felt like. Just the thought of what I was doing made me feel guilty about being a stay at home mom while my loving husband slaved away at work.
Then Michelin Man walks over to me and starts fussing at me because, well, he is 11 months old and that's what they do, playing with my belly fat and wiping dirt/mud all over me and The Kid joins in the fun by spitting at me (well, not spitting exactly, but making noise with his lips that also happens to make him spray saliva everywhere). Then The Kid drags me over to the pool (um, a kiddie pool) and makes me get in where they both decide to attack my chest (darn halter tops and their accessible boobies!).