Brigitte's Boys: keepin it real

a friend of mine informed me that it had been a while since my last post. well, actually she said, "you suck at blogging." hmm. add that to the list. so here i am attempted a post to cover the last 5 months of life....uh...not even. just going to start where i am.
where i am is at home recovering from one doosie of a virus that may or may not have been a strand of meningitis. (i wasn't down with the needle in my spine just to find out) nonetheless, it was a mean sucker that sent me literally to my knees. funny thing...i find myself there quite often these days. see, recently some mommy friends and i have all realized just how much we "suck" at this whole task of life. these gals, myself included, all love Jesus. and to love Jesus you have to be perfect and pretty and put together. [X] wrong again. but for some reason we were all running around trying to live up to some retarded standard we set for ourselves and, well, just flat out pretending.
while i may not be perfect and unlike those other gals most days i am pretty amazing. most days i wake up with minty fresh breath, glamorously wavy hair, and a glow that doesn't need a touch of makeup. most days my three year old is fed all organic, homemade, healthy meals and snacks. most days my seven month old sleeps all night and remains happy and cooperative through any schedule of errands and outings the day may bring. most day my home is fuggedaboutit spotless and fashionably decorated like that of a snapshot from Living magazine -- everything in its place. most days my employer sets me on a pedestal as their prize employee. most days my husband and i coo over each smitten as the day we met. most days our intimacy is...well, you get the picture i'm painting here. i'm awesome.
ok, if you're still reading after all that hot air i just blew up your stack...here is what most days really look like in the meeks nuthouse: