Oh. God. I am soooo tired.
Despite having spent the entire day indoors, I am no better for the “rest.” I need to get out and run, dance, skip to my loo my darling. Sadly, I have no idea how I’m going to manage any of those things when I’m still in my pajamas at 5:45pm on a Thursday. I know, I know…patience. But this newborn stage is exhausting. He doesn’t like to be swaddled, wrapped, worn, pacified (with a pacifier) or any other form of “emulating the womb” that most babies like. Nope, my child likes to eat and then sleep in my bed curled up next to me. It’s a phase right? It’s gotta be a phase.
Thankfully, I have just finished my first installment of the salacious Fifty Shades of Grey and it was everything I hoped it to be. In fact, I can’t wait to get my hands on book 2 and 3 to see how this torrid romance ends up. Nothing like distracting oneself from nursing a baby 24/7 like a little BDSM. See? I’m even dropping the lingo. Although I must say, it feels wrong to be feeding a baby and reading erotica at the same time. Oh well. If you don’t tell, I won’t.
And speaking of lingo, there’s a new phrase out there – throwing shade – as in making disparaging remarks, showing disrespect, and giving insult. If I “throw shade” at you, it means I speak ill of you. I’ve looked it up online and can’t find a reliable source as to where it comes from, but I like it. Seems that while I’ve been cocooned in my bubble, new terminology is popping up left and right.
That’s all for now except that our household now has 5 strollers for 2 children. 5 strollers. 2 carseats. 1 highchair. And 0 Hermes bags. When did this happen to me?