Everyone kept telling me while I was pregnant, "You think your memory is bad now, wait til the baby gets here." I hate to admit that they are right...but they are right. Having kids gives you a CRS disorder. Why didn't I learn this in nursing school?
After reading a former co-worker's blog today, I decided to start my own--just to hang on to those amazing memories that sometimes get lost in the haziness of my sleep-deprived-stay-at-home-mom-dog-sitter-nursing-school-student life.
With a 7 month old daughter, 2 small dogs, a niece, a nephew, a character of a husband, and some crazy nursing school experiences, my life is pretty damn funny. My friends seem to enjoy my stories so much it would be a shame to lose them. So we start here.
I don't have much time at the moment, but I would like to memorialize what I found when I went in the living room to eat my lunch. Exactly what message is Chewy trying to send me?
I have to go now--Mallory just filled her pants (again).
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