I'll be the first to admit I'm just not funny anymore...apparently any humor I had was completely dependent on 8 hrs + of sleep a night...I don't anticipate being funny for a very long time...perhaps never again!
Here is a summary of what I have learned so far;
My days are spent living in 2-3 hour intervals.
I spent time deciding what jogging pants I am going to wear with what hoodie...sad.
A ponytail has become my new "doo"
No amount of makeup can cover the bags under my eyes.
I only change my clothes if the amount of spit up is so much that I can smell it...otherwise, I just can't be bothered.
My baby thinks pampers grow on trees.
A big day for me is a trip to the breastfeeding clinic...then I need a nap.
I wish my baby loved sleep as much as I do.
I just realized I haven't been out of the house in 4 days....
I shouldn't be on the Internet...but rather Napping!!