...One that won't make me fat
is that how the song goes? No? Hmmm
I just spent half an hour trying on everything in my closet that is "interview" worthy. Can't exactly where the fat scrubs, that are stained from working with kids in dirty homes for the past 5 years, to job interviews. Now I'm no fashionista, but I like to have cute things, or at least comfortable things that look halfway decent that I like. But I can't wear jeans or denim capris either. So that leaves the one or two pair of khakis left over from my hospital days (when my director didn't allow us to wear scrubs). Needless to say, I've HAD TRIPLETS since then.
Now, remember all those posts about not gaining much weight with my prenancy and then losing it fast after they were born? That didn't last. I pretty much have been eating my way back to sanity every day. Babies screaming unconsolably? Eat a cake. Stressed over lack of job and lack of funds? Eat all of last night's leftovers. Bored to tears? Eat a box of cereal. You get the idea. So I'm right back where I started, only now I'm stretched out and lumpier bumpier than previously.
According to Dr. Oz (I really don't watch much Oprah, but it was on one day when nothing else was) that is because food is my drug of choice. I wish exercise could be. I wish instead that when I was stressed I wanted to run up and down the stairs ten times. Or do that Yoga dvd I bought (though I could hardly get into a zen state with the three screaming mimi's in the room).
Anyway, I found 2 pair of fugly pants that I can get into with one of those chest to knees girdles left over from my wedding, and 1 dress that makes me look like...well...a cow in a dress. Goody.
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lolol - Sadly this post made me laugh because all I could think was "damn - she had triplets. What's MY excuse??" Interview worthy? Are you job hunting?
I can't believe how big the kids are all getting. And when did a model move in with you? Jamie really should be sharing her runway model salary with the rest of ya! She's gorgeous... but she gets that from her mama.. (and the brains, too :-)
As soon as I can get to the P.O., there's a little package on its way for the minis. (Now where did I put my stamps?)
Happy Father's Day to Scott!
Irshlas
Hey What's up with the interview clothes? Are you getting a job? Who will keep all the kids? I understand bumpy, lumpy, saggy, frumpy, bloted, cottage cheesy.. I get it all. I am the biggest now then I have ever been and the only thing I can blame is no cigarretss and happiness... haven't seen a remedy I want for either of those.
darci
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