Don't Judge

I have a friend who writes the most amazing blog ever.  She's a mom who tells the truth and doesn't pull any punches, and I absolutely adore her for it.  Today she had a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad day and managed to cope by putting makeup on her two little boys.  So. smart.  I was totally inspired by her "hey don't judge me" attitude, that I decided to post my own "don't judge me" moment.

Yup, that's right.  That's my 10 month old sitting in front of a tv, eating fast food with his sister.  Yeah, don't judge me.  It was a crappy day.  I'm my-throat-hurts-so-bad-I-can't-even-scream-at-my-children-and-I-just-want-to-lock-them-in-their-rooms-so-I-can-sleep sick.  Philip was working late, and since I'm one of those moms who thinks she's too good to keep a frozen pizza or can of ravioli in her house, I drove to the nearest fast food joint that had something my toothless baby could eat.  Mom of the year right here folks.