So I am trying something new. When I can't think of anything else to write, I am going to use the numbers 1-10 to simply describe my day. Hopefully, this will force me to write every day. Here it goes...
10 - attempts to put MacKenzie in her crib to nap.
9 - times Abby took MacKenzie's pacifier and then shook it about 5 feet away from me and said "got the paci."
8 - pieces of gum chewed by yours truly. Gum is great for dieting and breaking a bad habit... like cursing. When I want to curse, I simply blow a bubble or chew really, really hard.
7 - pounds left until I reach what I was before I had the baby. Who knew 7 pounds would nearly shut me out of 2/3 of my wardrobe?
6 - times the dog barked and I yelled at her to shut up before she woke the baby. Why wasn't I worried about my yelling waking up the baby?
5 - times Abby said "change my butt," meaning she has pooped. So why again can't she use the potty?
4 - times MacKenzie actually stayed asleep in the crib.
3 - Extreme Makeover: Home Editions watched and I cried my eyes out at each one. Abby just looks at me, pats my knee and says "mommy hurt..." in her French accent. Is there a French kids show I don't know about?
2 - medicated children who both want to be held and sadly, I have mastered the art of holding them both!
1 - leaky boob that woke me up this morning way before the baby. As I laid in my bed with an 11 pound newborn laying on my numb arm, boob leaking onto my jaquard sheets, dog scratching at the foot of the bed, I am trying to ignore the wet spot on my chest to go back to sleep. I thought to myself, "With all the money I am saving by breastfeeding, maybe I can buy some new, nicer sheets."
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