Doughnuts, put please don't touch.

I am realizing we don't have enough ways to get doughnuts to people. I mean really, why are we spending billions and billions of dollars getting people into space, yet nothing is being spent on getting doughnuts directly to our homes? I don't get this complete misuse of taxes. What is congress thinking?  Want my vote, get me doughnuts. Chocolate ones, Mable bars, Lemon cream filled ones, Sprinkled cake, old fashioned...I am now drooling on my keyboard.

Ok, now off of doughnuts and on to other things, which apparently should not be potty training. I guess my very small audience doesn't care who poops where. I don't blame them, who really thinks about where they need to poop, let alone where some kid in the U.S. is pooping.  

I am doing better, I realize I am just one person I can't do everything, but I do have five points I am still trying to work on, being a better mom, also a better housekeeper, getting into shape, well a better shape than I have now, apple doesn't really count, finding a creative outlet and a way too make money, not much money but some money, and lastly getting into better mental health.

So each day I find myself working a little on all five. So I am sure I seem schizophrenic to some, she says as she hands her child a bottle of glue, just to make him go away for a minute or two. Trust me, he will be fine, he can't open it, and right now, I just want him to stop touching me, really, just stop touching.

That is one thing I don't think we share with new mom's, one day you will find yourself wishing for a place you can go where touching is off limits by everyone. Maybe that is why so many mothers put sex on the back burner, I am all touched out, please if you have sex with me, just don't touch me.If you are able to do that, then go for it buddy, and let me tell you, I am sure lots of men would find a way to have sex without even touching themselves if they needed to, they would rig all sorts of pulley's and lever's, just so they can get some. I don't see not touching me as a deal breaker for most husbands.

But seriously, the touching thing has really come to head around here. Babies can't seem to talk to you unless they are grabbing you, pulling you, holding your face. ARGGGGG, just back off, please, let mommy think without the extra sensory overload.

Maybe if they held some doughnuts while trying to get my attention that would work much better.

I know what you are thinking, why does this broad who wants to get skinner talk about doughnuts so much/ Just relax, I don't eat them all the time, I maybe have them once a month, all because my tax dollars go to NASA, and the war effort, and not to doughnut delivery. 

But back to were I started, I am working on this issues a little each day, I am working out, I have a cleaning schedule, which I mostly follow, I take time for myself, even if it is just five minutes to read, I find creative things to do around the house and keep an eye out for all sorts of easy craft ideas that just might make me some money, all while spending all the awake time with the babies.

So I guess I just wanted to say I am feeling pretty happy right now, but if someone brought me some doughnuts, I would be over the moon. How is that for Irony?