a moms st pattys day...

its days like st. patricks day that really remind you that youre a parent. not that id ever forget... a cummulative 18+ months of pregnancy, one 14 hour labor, one 6 hour (with an epidural that didnt take) labor, two thousand five hundred and forty eight diapers, and of course two sweet smiling little boys make it hard to forget.

but on holidays where the entire point of the day, to most of the population is to get absolutely beligerent, you remember that you are now a parent and cant really take part in those festivities. and most of the time it doesnt even bother me.

while most of you were out at 8 am doing the awesome kegs and eggs thing, i was making my children banana chocolate chips pancakes- they were delicious. and while you were all partying hard wearing head to toe green, i was with my fam heading out to vienna to buy new bras because my massively huge, still breastfeeding boobies finally broke my last normal bra. thats right, the last one. that poor thing was being washed and worn over and over again because it was the only one that fit. who wouldnt break under that pressure? pun intended. ha ha! and after said bra shopping excursion, while you were all taking a break from boozing with a bit of refuel action, we went to babies r us and purchased a double jogging stroller, so i can finally get outside with my lily white children and attempt to lose some of this weight accumulated during my almost back to back pregnancies. we then went home to let our littles nap. and when they woke up and you were all out for round two, we headed to target to both test out the new stroller and get soymilk and prune juice because the big boy is constipated again.

so in a nutshell, that was our day. and for the most part i dont miss being able to party hard with all my friends. but i definitely wouldnt have minded having a green beer or two...