I'm sure you've heard that old parental saying, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
That's why I haven't said much lately. I just don't have anything nice to say.
I am tired.
I am up to my eyeballs in errands and chores and chaffeuring and Christmas shopping so much I can't even think straight.
I get no sleep. The baby is up every night at 10, midnight, three, and six and now she has another cold so there isn't much sleeping between those hours either. The husband likes to tell everyone how tired he is, too, but I can't see how he can be too tired since he's been sleeping in Elizabeth's room alone for at least eight hours a night for the past six months. I have nothing nice to say about that so I won't say anything at all.
I do remember your request to know more about my pre-child life. I've tried to do it, but I don't even know where to start. I can't even remember my pre-child days. What did I like? What did I do? Who was I? I swear, it seems like I've been a mom forever, like I never really had a life until I was one. I don't want to leave you hanging so here's what I've got so far:
I was born.
I was a kid.
I went to high school.
I went to college.
I got a job.
I met a guy.
I got married.
I got a job.
I had a kid.
I had another kid.
And yet another kid.
Not what you had in mind was it?
Maybe one day I'll get that together.
You think Santa can bring naps for Christmas?
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