Blogging with Chocolate

I am worn out. Today required all my energy and patience, and despite having to occasionally bite my lip to keep from crying exhausted tears, I did pretty well. I even managed to pull off a few fun activities with the kids. Knowing that tonight was supposed to be my night out helped. But I had started to count the minutes until Camden came home this afternoon, when Lane soaked me in spit up from my chest to my crotch. Luckily that was less than a half hour before his daddy rode in on his white steed and helped me make dinner. It was during dinner, while I was trying with all of my being not to throw Miles into the dumpster outside, that I told Camden that the only thing keeping me from going to the Hallmark store and buying myself chocolates was the fact that I was in my jammies. I hadn't even finished the sentence when Miles, his mouth FULL of quinoa, sneezed. Naturally, it flew across the table and into my face. I stood up, grabbed the keys, told Camden where I was going, and went to the Hallmark store in my blue plaid jammie pants and Camden's red Old Spice shirt without a backwards glance. And now here I sit, a box of chocolates and my Sara Bareilles Pandora station sweetly serenading my ever-so-desperately-needed, long overdue retreat into blogging. [Insert loooong, dramatic sigh here.....]