Where to begin? With a funny anecdotal story about trying to leave the house in time for baby class when Peaches (my daughter, not her real name) has a blow out and as I am changing her she pees and vomits everywhere?
No, not there as although I laughed when it happened at the absurdity of my new situations-but later cried because it caused us to miss our bus, miss our class and I miss the only opportunity for adult contact outside my husband that week.
And I felt bitter towards my infant that afternoon, mature right?
Or perhaps I will begin with how every fibre in my body begs for the sweet relief of some “me time” or a break from mommy mode but I also feel uncomfortable with the idea of being away from Peaches for over an hour?
No, not there as I don’t really have any other options as it is just the hubs and I. He works and I am on maternity leave. Case closed.
Or should we begin with how I am astounded at the rate that Peaches is developing?
Nah, that’s boring!
Oh well, I may not be able to decide where to start but I know where to end as lil darling ain’t gonna burp herself!
Or will she?
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.