Letters to Betsy

Dear Life,

You are getting in the way of things I love, like blogging and blog-stalking.  I mean seriously,

I've learned some things about myself recently though:

 I  love cupcakes way TOO MUCH to skip my morning run.  Period.

 I drink more wine than I would probably admit to anyone.  I wouldn't venture to say I have a problem, and I don't even drink every night, but we save wine bottles and my husband doesn't drink wine.  He has a glass here and there, so every time I slip a wine bottle into the cabinet, I'm painfully aware that I drink a lot of wine. 

I've always been a fairly emotional person, but the way my emotions come across has changed drastically since I had Emmalyn.  Before, I was always crying about xyz.  Now, I'm more like, "If you don't like it, go home."

Hope all is well with the rest of y'all.  I also hope to get back to my regularly scheduled blogging soon.  

I Apologize (Letters to Betsy)

Dear Restaurant Patrons, 

I fully apologize to you for the terrible seat the hostess put you in.  She sat you next to a table with a 4 month old and a 19 month old sitting at it.  

In addition, I'm sorry that my 19 month old was on her best behavior.  She didn't yell, she didn't scream, and she didn't throw all her food on the floor.  She smiled and giggled and waved at you about 70 times. 

Furthermore, I apologize that your so old and stogy that you couldn't even smile at her.  I'm sorry that that corn-cob is stuck so far up your butt that you sat and ate your entire meal with a scowl on your face.  

You looked so miserable that I almost wished my toddler did throw food at you just to see if it would make your face freeze in that awful look. 

You should really loosen up. 

Sincerely, 

The Mom with the Happy Kids