I Need To Talk

I need to talk.  

I want to stand with every mom or dad out there who is feeling the burn.  This post is for you.

I'm in deep.

What's-his-poor-face broke his fibula in two places, and just like that, I became a caretaker of those with many, many, many needs.

This is where I'm at....

I haven't eaten since last night.  My diet consists mostly of take-out, halloween candy and Diet Coke.

Emphasis on Diet Coke.  

Last night, as I turned the shower on, my kid woke up.  I knew if I could get to her quick enough with a bottle, she would go back to sleep.  I turned the shower off, threw my robe on, tightened the cinch, ran downstairs to grab a bottle, ran up the stairs to deliver the bottle, and you know what I discovered?  If I run up the stairs naked, my post-baby gut slaps against the tops of my thighs.

I still haven't showered.

I haven't pee'd since 8:00 a.m.

It's 11:52 a.m.

My greatest accomplishment of the day is getting my baby to poop; four suppositories and lots of cheerleading got the job done.

I'm convinced all you women who always look great, not a hair out of place, clean house, clean car, perfect yard, well-dressed children with tone colons are addicted to Oxycontin.  I'm onto you!