I have never been so sleep deprived.
I typically don’t shower before noon.
I’ve been losing more at Words With Friends. (Yes, I am sure it’s because I have 2 kids now.)
I’ve developed a theory that dirty diapers that don’t quite make it to the trash (they’re wrapped up and thrown next to a door or diaper pail for a few
minutes hours until I get up the energy to bend down and pick things up off the floor) have parties where their friends show up creating embarrassing diaper piles in the corner.
We eat more than our fair share of sandwiches and quesadillas.
Finn watches more than his fair share of netflix. (Wonder Pets=irritating!)
I have a crazy amount of mom-fulfillment which includes hugs, snuggles, kisses, teaching moments, sweet smiles, book reading, silly songs, hiding under blankets, building forts, playing trains, and dance parties.
Here we are:
I’m going to break up some dirty diaper parties now.