Sometimes you don't realise you're mental until someone you loves points it out to you. When that someone is your gorgeous husband who is usually so calm and rolls with it, you know you're completely fucking nuts.
So.
Today, I went to a baby store and bought
THIS,
THIS and
THIS...
... and the world didn't explode.
Then, I went to a sex shop and bought
THIS,
THIS and
THIS...
... and my vagina didn't have a heart attack.
But now it's all sitting on my dining table and I feel like I've gone ten rounds with champion boxer. When the fuck did I lose my fucking mojo? And how to I go from mental case to sexy wife in... around 45 minutes before he gets home to "talk"?