Household status. Baby: sleeping. Husband: sleeping. Dog: sleeping. Cat: sleeping. Mom: tummyache. Rats.
Observation: yesterday, I went grocery shopping. I don’t usually do this, because I have a husband who is nice enough to do it instead. However, sometimes there are certain things I want him to get, and he just isn’t detail-oriented enough to follow through. For example, I once put “Steak” on the list, and he came home with hamburgers. When I pointed this out, he looked at me like I was crazy for doing so.
So when Kyle went down for his morning nap I grabbed my purse, the list, the coupon organizer, and off I went. It was a lovely shopping experience. So now for the observation. I was waiting for the deli counter man to slice my 1/2 pound of white American cheese when I realized I was rocking the grocery cart. As if by rocking it, I could lull my load of produce, yogurt, coucous, frozen chicken tenders, paper towels, bread, cheese, cereal, Balance bars, etc. into a lovely afternoon nap.
WHERE are the Kyle pictures?
WHERE are the Kyle pictures?
WHERE are the Kyle pictures?
Very funny how everything we do at every moment of every day suddenly changes once we have a baby!!
Very funny how everything we do at every moment of every day suddenly changes once we have a baby!!
Very funny how everything we do at every moment of every day suddenly changes once we have a baby!!
Oh, and that never stops.
Oh, and that never stops.
Oh, and that never stops.
It’s the mommy rock. I can’t stand still anymore. I smile when I see other women do it, because even if they are complete strangers, I know they must have kids!
It’s the mommy rock. I can’t stand still anymore. I smile when I see other women do it, because even if they are complete strangers, I know they must have kids!
It’s the mommy rock. I can’t stand still anymore. I smile when I see other women do it, because even if they are complete strangers, I know they must have kids!