Caring for an infant is much more difficult than I remember. Either that, or my energy level has plummeted more than the US economy.
Right when we were leaving for church this morning, baby began pooping and spitting up all over herself. After I got her cleaned, we were running too late to go. (I hate being late!) This is why I am at home and blogging now- with baby on my lap and “church” sreaming online.
I’ve given up on the idea of a normal schedule. Or a full night’s sleep. Or having a clean house. Or making real meals. Or finding a pair of matching socks. Or smelling like anything other than a mixture of KFC and regurgitated Enfamil…
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