I got a little bit of sleep last weekend and it was as though the treadmill I’d been running on at a 56% incline was suddenly set flat and the day didn’t feel like a perpetually desperate grind.
Mother’s Day 2011 actually began last night when Steve informed me that he would be getting up with the baby in the night, so, I got to sleep through the entire night! For the first time since 2006.
I’m singing my mom’s praises over at UrbanMoms, (best mom ever!) including a step-by-step guide to being as awesome as she is.
I ordered some new glasses and they arrived today. When I put them on for Steve, his exact words were, “Those are HORRIBLE!” and then he laughed. Hard.
I’d like one.
Brinley is eight months old! This time last year I was tipping the scales at 326 pounds and wondering how on earth I’d manage with three kids.