Oh Blimey.

So here is one of those "Rachel being Rachel" posts. For those of you who are unsure, Rachel is not particularly funny. Rachel is not particularly positive. Rachel is sort of a whiny gal with a bad attitude, and tonight you are getting THE REAL DEAL. Ahhhh, lucky YOU.

First off, my pants are too tight. Now some would argue those pants were always too small. I had no business fitting into jeans that tiny. But I did, for a brief time before the breast milk dried up, and I lost the relatively effortless calorie sucking miracle scenario. Breastfeeding for me was like a diet pill or liposuction. The crazy synopsis of being naturally skinny. Today as I examined my muffin top in my once favorite pair of jeans, I realized that this denim dream would have to now be retired with the rest of my "skinny" paraphernalia. BOO.

Next up... I quit my little job. The 15-hour a week job I was excited to accept before I realized it would mean totally sacrificing my sanity. I couldn't do all. Meaning I couldn't work while at the VERY same time care for a couple of crabby noisy boys, who were busy "bonking" their heads or creating dirty diapers that had to be attended to. I was doing both jobs miserably and realized it wasn't sustainable. So I quit. Disappointed, yes, I enjoyed working. Disheartened yes, why oh why can't I land a "real" job? My husband keeps telling me it's the economy, but this is me, Rachel, and I take it personally.

And I had one to many glasses of wine tonight and I am tired, and not all that excited for the 5:30 am wake up call to come.

So there you have it folks. The real deal. The real Rachel. As Zack might say "Oh, Blimey".