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!
