I'm a stay a home mom which means I change more diapers and do more laundry that I ever thought humanly possible. Unless you are a servant. Which I am, just to a four and a half month old.
Sure I might sound a little tired, I am. Last night she was up at 10:30, 12:30 then again at 2, again at 4:30 and WIDE wake by 7. In turn I'm still in my PJ's and I'm eating cereal out of the box. And for the past oh 3 days or so Mr. A has made dinner because I've been busy keeping a very hungry baby satisfied.
Meaning my next birthday will be the start of that slipperly slope that is the thirty something numbers, which then turn into the forty something numbers and then BOOM I’m my mom and I still have no idea how an IRA works.
Needless to say the last 24 hours have been one heck of a hormonal journey.