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It gets better…
After her feeding I change the baby and lay her down for a nap.
She starts crying and I let her go on for a little while because I’m trying to get her used to nodding out without being rocked to sleep. It’s torture for me to listen to her howling so I usually cave but this time I swore I’d be strong. I let her go on for a good 15 minutes.
did I tell you all that I’m going to
ww.Brooklynsymphonyorchestra.org concert at sunday at 3pm
at st. ann’s church at corner of montague and clinton street….
and maybe I’ll see you there. Look for me *Rob*.
It gets better…
After her feeding I change the baby and lay her down for a nap.
She starts crying and I let her go on for a little while because I’m trying to get her used to nodding out without being rocked to sleep. It’s torture for me to listen to her howling so I usually cave but this time I swore I’d be strong. I let her go on for a good 15 minutes.
BIFF!! You can’t have any cookies, either. : P
Ooh, THL, that is a crap-ass day…pun intended.
Bob is just not getting any of my dry cookies, if he even touches one, I’m getting out the taser.
did I tell you all that I’m going to
ww.Brooklynsymphonyorchestra.org concert at sunday at 3pm
at st. ann’s church at corner of montague and clinton street….
and maybe I’ll see you there. Look for me *Rob*.
THL, now that is shitty 🙁 I’d much rather deal with baby poo than cat poo.
“I’ve having a really shitty day, literally.”
“corn on the cobble”???
Remember when someone (I think Jessi) posted that one can use a corn on the cob to clean one’s behind if toilet paper is not available?
I then finish feeding the tot while the cat is now howling because I locked him in the bathroom sopping wet since I didn’t have time to dry him yet.
After that I have to carefully retrace captain crappy tails steps armed with disinfecting wipes to clean the house.
“corn on the cobble”???
You are sooooo gonna get a beat down on the 22nd! I suggest you wear your running shoes, man!
No, Bob, Snappy is at her apt. and I am at mine.