Actual note left by my mom
Did you know that LittleOne knows where the knives are? And was fully prepared to cut the little green leaves off two little strawberries WITH A FOOTLONG BREADKNIFE?!?!?! Nonna to the rescue!
We want to do *what* again, exactly? Sorry, Mom.
And yes, yet again I'm dishing info all over Facebook, but not blogging here, there, or anywhere.
Yes, I'm pregnant.
Yes, I feel like crap.
Yes, I spend ever spare moment I get (with two churches, eighteenhundred meetings, and a knife-wielding four-year-old, so *spare*time?) sleeping.
Which is what I'd rather be doing right now. But I have to go pick up my kid. So I'll do that. Oh, and milk. I need milk. And a lightbulb. And, shit I left the list on the counter at home. Crap. I hate pregger brain.
We want to do *what* again, exactly? Sorry, Mom.
And yes, yet again I'm dishing info all over Facebook, but not blogging here, there, or anywhere.
Yes, I'm pregnant.
Yes, I feel like crap.
Yes, I spend ever spare moment I get (with two churches, eighteenhundred meetings, and a knife-wielding four-year-old, so *spare*time?) sleeping.
Which is what I'd rather be doing right now. But I have to go pick up my kid. So I'll do that. Oh, and milk. I need milk. And a lightbulb. And, shit I left the list on the counter at home. Crap. I hate pregger brain.