Yes, I'm a lame TLC addict. Whatever, you can come out of the closet too. I bet I could tell you those jeans were not a great fit because of Stacey & Clinton or that Kenadie Jourdin-Bromley is the smallest person in the world. The new Monkey show won't be in on my DVR list, neither is Toddlers and Tiaras. I digress...Barack who?
I, most certainly like you, am oddly intrigued and repulsed by the Duggar Family. 19, amost 20 children from the same woman? No, thank you. I have time enough with two. I mean, really, Michelle, you proceeded to have sex with this man after the 4th or 10th child?!? No, thanks, Jim-Bob (WTF kinda of name is that?) I don't want a dose of your super sperm tonight. Tee hee hee, I said sperm. I wonder what she calls it. Godly love fluids? Bleah.
All craziness aside: Michelle Duggar lives in a state of zen. How does she do it? Herbal supplements? Drugs? What is it?!? I want to know. No, no. I NEEEED to know.
The boys are great, they're wonderful...but they're also 3 and 15 months. I really try, everyday, to make things as engaging and awesome as I can. I always fall short, but that's not the hard part. It's the days I fall short (everyday) and also have zero patience that are the absolute worst. Not only do I feel bad for not giving the boys everything I possibly can, I also feel crappy for losing my temper.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow I will channel Michelle Duggar's patience...just not her uterus.