I’m surprisingly keeping my stuff together over here. I haven’t cried once, which supposedly happens when new moms go back. Does that mean I have no soul? Because I’m sure I could muster up a nice batch of tears if I really wanted to… all it would take is one peek down my shirt. Pass.
Did I really just say that I miss my old girls more than my daughter? Who am I?
It’s so not true, by the way. I’ve spent about 3 of the last 4 hours watching this video because I miss her so freaking much:
Anyone catch the title’s reference? I’ll give you a cookie if you can name the movie. :)