Right, so, this is most definitely going to be the lamest WW post ever. Ready? GO!
For starters, it’s Bitch Week. And if you’ve been reading, you know that means I absolutely refuse to step on the scale. The scale is currently mocking me from the bathroom, right now. Hear it? Well EFF YOU, SCALE!! SEE THAT? THAT’S THE BIRD YOU HORRIBLE THING, YOU!
The other reason for this epically bad post is that this entire week exploded with regards to my kids. Not in bad ways, but I’ve been so busy I’ve barely had time to sit down and think, let alone write. I’m working on something but in the meantime, you get this while my girls are bathing. God I love having kids old enough to leave alone in the bathroom for a minute.
I hear lots of splashing. That’s a no-no but if I pretend I can’t hear it then I can hide for a few more minutes…right?
Now, knock on wood. That’s right, start knocking! The boy is asleep. He’s asleep and I only had to put him to bed once. For the love of all that is holy PLEASE let him stay that way?
You can stop knocking now.
Ok, now I’ve made my WW post and you can stop holding your breath in anticipation. 
I have to put my laundry away. You know…the stuff I washed and folded and sorted *cough*Sunday*cough*
Hey! What? I’ve got it together…really!
*blinks*
Kthanxbai.
Hey, even going to real WW meetings they let you skip the scale if you want! I would have skipped if I had gone that one time after consuming 5lbs of that 6lb milk shake….
Bitch/Slasher week does make things interesting! You never know what is going to happen and I think that if it wont help you to get on that scale this week then I wouldn’t do it!
Ha! Hating on the scale!
I still have kids I have to watch while they’re in the tub, but at least I can sit on the floor with my laptop while they splash and play.
Ha! Yep, I was more than thrilled when the kids became old enough to bathe themselves. Even just a couple of minutes to one’s self are precious.
SITS visiting today. Peace.
I have been known to do that with my lappy, lol. Thankfully, my house is so tiny that being in my bedroom while they are in the bathroom means that I can hear them breathing, let alone getting into trouble (The rooms are right next to each other, both doors are open and the walls are paper-thin). THEY don’t realize that, thankfully, though.
I can’t even bring my lappy in when my son is in the tub, though. He is absolutely fearless of the water and even when I’m right there with my hand ON him he’s likely to get dunked. He thinks this is delightful. I think he just likes trying to put me in an early grave due to heart failure, little stinker.