Working Girl

Well, I have now completed 3 weeks as a Working Mom. How is it going, you ask?

You tell me...

This week, I was so tired that in the middle of the night, I forgot that I was NOT going commando before I sat down to pee.

Motherhood has either reverted me back to a toddler, or shot me straight to my 80's. Either way.. I'm accidentally peeing my pants in the middle of the night.

Ralph

My baby pukes on me every time we are getting ready to go out the door.

Every. Single. Time.

At first I thought maybe I was rushing around too fast, that he was sensing my urgency and was stress puking as a result. So, I moved veeeeerrrrry slooooooowly while getting ready to go out the door. Slooowly, slooowly so as not to stress the baby.

The result? I was ultimately late to a lot of appointments, but the pukes still came. All over him; all over me.

I had to analyze. What was the difference between everyday normal activity and when we leave the house?

And then I realized.

When we leave the house... I put on deodorant.