I feel silly when: I am bustin' some sweet dance moves and I notice all the kids have stopped shakin' their bon bons to stare at me.
I feel fancy when: I use separate towels for my hair and body after my bath.
I feel annoyed when: I have to repeat myself more than twice. Agh!
I feel awesome when: I can see my abs. I have to reeeeally flex but they're there.
I feel totally lame when: I work really hard on dinner and it tastes... like butt.
I feel alone when: I put myself out there and get rejected.
I feel proud when: I make Drew laugh.
I feel safe when: I'm lying next to Drew at night.
I feel healthy when: I shop at Publix. The only thing I can afford to buy there is produce so my cart is always full of delicious fruits and veggies.
I feel blessed when: I look at my sleeping babies before going to bed at night.
How do you feel?