thursday letters

dear wanna-be-perfect-carey,
you don't exist.  please stop trying.  get over yourself, and start being real-carey.  real-carey can have a messy house, doesn't have to make the bed every morning, can NOT feel guilty for skipping your morning jog and does NOT have to have picture perfect photos every time.  (this means you can stop detagging yourself in pictures you deem make you look fat or don't get your "good-side."  they're real.  you'll appreciate them one day.)
ok, maybe you do have to make the bed, but everything else you can let go.

dear future-carey,
please continue to remind present-day-carey that wanna-be-perfect-carey is only a figment of her imagination.  thanks.

dear house,
could you magically clean yourself?  nine days of guests has done a number on you, and i would much rather take a nap than clean.  i would however, like to wake up to everything (especially the bathrooms) being clean.
ps: if you could help fold the laundry, that would be great too.

dear silly summer tv shows,
you are a waste of time.  i refuse to get sucked in this summer. 
except maybe top chef.
but that's all!

dear lucy,
you stress me out when you don't eat your breakfast.  i freak out and think that you have stomach cancer or something ridiculous like that.  just eat your food please.

dear florida humidity,
i don't think you need to stick around for the next three months. you make me sweat, and wanna-be-perfect-carey does not think the rings around my armpits are very flattering.

dear air force,
thank you for sending us to florida.  i love getting to see fly boy more often.  and i LOVE mornings like this...

monday letters

i've seen a few blogs do the "letters" and loved the idea...

dear monday,
thank you for going by quickly today.  i know i don't like you, and really, it's not your fault. you just always come after sunday, and sunday happens to be my second favorite day.

dear weekend,
please get here quickly.  i can't wait to see fly boy. 

dear charley,
when you were screaming at the top of your lungs for what seemed like an eternity this morning, i realized i love you more today than i did yesterday.  i didn't think that was possible. 
ps: thank you for taking an unexpected afternoon nap so i could write a blog.  you are the best little girl a mama could ask for.

dear future charley,
i can't wait for you to take ballet lessons.  plan on me taking a million pictures.  probably more like two or three million.

dear starbucks blondie k-cup,
i couldn't live without you.

dear target,
i love that you are less than 5 miles door to door from our house.  fly boy and our bank account probably don't.

dear baby weight,
you have been residing on me for several months.  i'm ready to say good-bye.  could you at least make your final departure before charlotte's baptism when a million pictures will be taken?  thank you in advance.

dear apple flips and elephant ears from publix,
you are not helping me loose the baby weight!  stop tasting so good, please!

dear laundry,
i am not sure how each time i think i have caught up, you seem to make a bigger pile in my hamper.  i'm not a fan.

dear lucy,
if little miss charlotte can sleep until 6:30 AM, i think you should too.  5AM is too early.