A few months back a neighbour whom I *thought* was a friend (heck she even almost delivered Thing 2) passed judgement on the Hubby and I to everyone in our neighbourhood who would listen. I have to point out that B does not have any children herself. She let everyone know that we are “shit parents” and that we cannot control Thing 1. I thought she was a friend so it hurt. I was informed of this while away, a mere hour before putting my Grandfather in the ground. The person who told me the comment at that time isn’t much better in my books but I digress.

I’ve hinted for a while now that I may not be telling you all something. The stress of it all has been getting the better of me lately so I think I may spill the beans. Outside of family no one knows, not even our closest friends.

The subject has a stigma attached to it so I’ve been avoiding telling anyone at all costs. I don’t want anyone to be shunned by ignorance. Unfortunately in this mess my own stress has (and will continue to be) been pushed aside and I need some sort of outlet.

Had the Hubby and I wanted more rugrats now would be the time we would start trying. The kids are spaced approximately 2 years apart. There is no question we’re done but it still has me thinking about what it would be like.

If you won the lottery what would you do just for you? Sure we’d all pay off debt or buy a bigger home for our family but I mean something for only you?

A friend asked me this recently and I had no idea what I would do.

So the hubby decides to take all 3 things out to run errands. Ahhhhhhhh. Do you have any idea when the last time I had some me time was? Anyways, I’m thinking “Yay! A cat nap!”. I grab a cozy blanket, a pillow and the remote control and curl up on the couch. Dare I close my eyes?