I’ve been snapping unflattering and real photographs of myself over the past couple of weeks. Uuuuuuugh. I’m posting this to say the following things:
- I’m gross too!
- I didn’t do the dishes either!
- Having kids is “a whole thing.”
- To encourage you.
- To hopefully make you laugh.
I’m tired. I’m in desperate need of more coffee. The bags under my eyes rival a spooky halloween mask. Silver lining? The blurry hides how badly my eyebrows need a pluck.
Some facts I know about the poop: It’s Henry’s. It is fresh-ish, within the last 12 hours. Some things I don’t know: How it got there. Did Henry even poop this morning?
Sometimes around 3:30 I just lay on the couch and wonder if I can teleport to 5:30 when Nick gets home.
What is likely happening while I text you.
I know the laundry won’t fold itself. But what if one day it did?? #imagination
So, I know we know, but life isn’t just this:
Sometimes it’s a little poopier than that.