I'm sitting here at 11:30 am on a Tuesday. I think I showered on Sunday, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm still in my PJ pants because I've only gotten about 6 hours sleep, which sounds great, but then I remember that it is divided into intervals of 3.5 hrs and 2.5 hours, with a full hour of waking between. I also haven't changed the shirt that she spit up on at the last feeding. (New shirt is upstairs, but couch for napping is right here...)
An then I look over at my sleeping daughter, and all I can think about is how beautiful she is.
She'll appreciate all this when she's a teenager, right?
An then I look over at my sleeping daughter, and all I can think about is how beautiful she is.
She'll appreciate all this when she's a teenager, right?
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