A long, long time ago a dear friend of mine did a post about the things she was proud of in her role as stay-at-home mom and then also mentioned the things she was not so proud of. I am going to copy her.
Do you know what happens on June 18th? I go back to work.
Here is my little clown baby, dressed in her crazy polka dot pants, feeling gravity’s pull.
Did you hear the clouds shake this morning when I, at the top of my lungs, cried, "PHEW!!" after taking another pregnancy test and having it read negative? Because they did.
I am so relieved.
Yesterday was one of those days when I felt like I really had my act together, like I wasn’t just a schlump on maternity leave watching free tv on the internet.
My house is gross right now.