You know who you are....

When people ask me if I enjoy staying at home with my kids, my immediate answer is an enthusiastic: Yes! I love it! I am fortunate to be able to spend these years with them, my cherubs! And I really mean it... almost all of the time. You see, my boys are 3 and 1. They are beautiful, active, healthy and intelligent. They also spend every waking minute with me (and a few sleeping ones in the wee hours of the morning). And I mean every minute; I am considering installing stadium seating in my bathroom for all the spectators. I am a good mom by most standards. I spend time planning activities that will stimulate their little brains, I endure mom's groups and playdates and playground politics. Therefore, I feel that I am entitled to a little treat or three on those days. You know, the days when your three year old decides to ask the sales clerk why she is so fat, or when your one year old poops through two onsies and a pair of pants on the only day that you don't have 15 spare diapers? Yeah, THOSE days. A cold glass of Chardonnay and bowl of olives after the kids are alseep make it all better. Oh, don't balk...you know who you are....You might pick chocolate and Merlot, or chips and Pinot Grigio, but we are the same. I am just writing about it. My name is Tara and these are my confessions....