I'll bet you thought I used that time constructively, right?
Alone with my thoughts and whatnot? (And by alone I mean closing my eyes and pretending the kids aren't in the bathroom with me.)
I used my creative energy this weekend to make myself and Alice matching hairclips.
I am 25, why do I even need a hairclip let alone one that matches my daughter's? What is wrong with me?
Let me derail the lame train by showing you photos of my oh-so-beautiful-baby so you get all starry eyed and forget how dorky I am.
I love the drool trickling down her chin. I'm her mom. It's okay for me to think her spit is cute, right?