Happy Mother’s Day

I get intimate with poop multiple times a day.

I place a mechanical object on my boob and get no pleasure from it.

My response to stains on my shirt is “she was sucking on it.”

My breasts are not my own–they’re not my husband’s either.

I want to cry every time I poo.

I’m always late for everything (wait, was I ever on time?).

I have stretch marks… on my CALVES?!?!?!

I haven’t blow dried my hair in weeks.

I have a vast collection of stuffed animals in my bedroom.

I can be quoted on saying “oh my GAWD, did you seriously just poop again?!?!”… daily.

I get way too excited when someone sticks her tongue out at me.

I carry around a huge bag of nonsensical things and I use it ALL.

I never sleep for more than three hours straight.

Sometimes I want to pull my hair out.

Sometimes I’m so happy that I cry.

I am mom. Hear me roar.


Puter Come Back!!! I Lovesess Yooooous!

Yeah, you heard it here first, mah computer bit the dust. No funeral yet though, we’re going to fix it. “We” meaning Lance of course. He can’t look at it until Thursday though with all of the school work he has, so I’m borrowing Justin’s desktop. It doesn’t have the WoW expansion on it, so I’m downloading that currently. I also have to get all my mods. Lame!

I finished the “nursery.” Nursery is the term we use for the section of our room that will be hers.

I also worked on diaper inserts, which I really think I’m getting the hang of now. I’d like to try more fabrics, but for now I’m making 12 with 3 layers of microfiber covered in a cut up cloth diaper. I hope that this all goes well.