Smells like Sour Milk
I'm serious. It wasn't intentional--the non-showering thing. I had ever intention of showering on day 1. And then the baby decided she didn't want to nap. And then when she did, I had laundry to do. Food to prepare. A four year old boy who just had to have his lost video game found. And well, the shower was the last on the list.
Day 2 was roughly the same. Only the husband wanted to get an hair cut after dinner. So I had to get something on the table while the kid slept. And I wanted to actually spend some outdoor time with the Kiddo. So, I spent the other nap time with Peanut in a stroller and kicking around a soccer ball with the other kid.
Yesterday? Yeah, well, I decided an afternoon nap was a better option. Involuntarily nodding off during the afternoon's showing of Blue's Clues was, well, an indication of what I needed. Sleep won over cleanliness. And the itchiness started just under my neck. On my chest. And now I just think I am a hypochondriac.
Labels: baby, motherhood, parenting




