An adventure in moving into my first home, life, love, politics, and babies.
And FOOD. We can't forget the food....
Loving my (not fat anymore) babies one day at a time...
Monday, March 7, 2011
I need another cup of coffee. But I'm not allowed to move.
MissAngelBaby has advanced mama-itis. My husband has been gone for less than an hour after rejecting my idea of a healthy breakfast, and my legs are asleep from having fifty pounds worth of small people battling for a coveted seat on my thigh.
I WANT to wash the dishes. That's how bad this is.
When I attempt to put her down, little miss raises her arms piteously and whines, "hug".
What kind of a crappy ass parent would I be if I said no to a hug?