A day in the life. 

6:00 AM — Ugh. Tired. Need sleep. That baby can make his own damn bottle. 

9:00 AM — Morning nap for baby. Morning nap for me. 

9:30 AM — Stupid baby. 

4:00 PM — I’m so going to sleep early tonight. I can’t wait! 

8:00 PM — I’ll watch one more show, then off to bed!

9:00 PM — Bed time!

9:13 PM — Well, then. Glad I saved up all the things I could think about so I could think about them now. 

10:47 PM — So that’s how a bill becomes a law… 

11:18 PM — I’m. So. Tired. Please. Brain. Turn. Off. 

1:04 AM — Brain considers plea.

1:27 AM — Stupid baby cries for pacifier.

1:30 AM — Zzz…

6:00 AM — Ugh. Tired. Need sleep. That baby can make his own damn bottle. 

A day in the life. 

#blessed

Things you say when you have a six-year-old boy:

Why is there toothpaste on the wall/toilet seat/floor/tub?

What do you mean you lost your shoe?

You have to change your shirt/underwear/socks. 

Did you wipe your butt? BECAUSE IT SMELLS LIKE YOU FORGOT. 

Wash your hands. (But I already diiiiiid.) DO IT AGAIN. WITH SOAP. 

Take your hand out of your pants. 

#blessed