This is not a mommy blog. But I feel it is my duty to share with you how tired I am, in case I need an excuse for writing something stupid or deciding to whip up an ambrosia salad or something. The thing is, I do not give birth to babies who like to sleep. And if you do, if your 8-month-old sleeps 12 hours a night, I can't hear about it, or I'll turn mean on you and make up a song that rhymes your name with bad words. Like, if your name is LuLu I will sing, "LuLu is a PooPoooooooooo." You get it. I'm averaging 6 hours of sleep a night and if you think those hours are consecutive HA, ha ha, hahahahahaha NO. Look, I'm not asking for sympathy, I know this comes with motherhood, it's all worth it, yadda yadda yadda. But this blog has been therapy for me from the beginning, so it is helpful to write it all down. Even if I might regret that poo poo part later.
You know what else is helpful? When Carson comes home with two mystery chickens, and roasts them on the BBQ. Then he shreds them atop sturdy tortilla chips and places that on a cast iron griddle and places THAT on the grill. Cheddar and Monterey Jack. Bubbly, melty, smoky nachos. A side of his homemade guacamole, sour cream and jalapenos. Wow they were good. Perfect summer outdoor food, especially to feed a crowd. p.s. That picture above looks like the state of Wisconsin. Do you see that? Or is that the sleep deprivation working its magic...
