Sometimes, even when I know Judah has a mess in his pants, I'll casually ask his dada to check his diaper just so I won't have to change it.
I skip most of the text when reading Matthew and the Midnight Tow Truck aloud.
I don't really enjoy being woken up by a 30 pounder belly-flopping on my head.
I have a Judah booger stuck to my clothes at least 90% of the time- and it's ceased to gross me out.
My child eats food with sugar- refined sugar. I feel kind of bad about it, but not bad enough to stop him.
I will eat partially chewed and regurgitated cookies rather than find an appropriate garbage receptacle.
My bathtub almost always has a ring around it because my kid is just that dirty by the end of each day.
I haven't opened the closet door in the nursery for several months. I know it's a disaster, but now I'm afraid the old baby clothes have spawned alien life that could potentially attack.
I carry raisins in my purse in case of emergency.
I bribe Judah (with cats, books, family members, outings, flowers, snacks etc.) to do things ALL THE TIME.
I dread entering any building with an escalator because I know we will need to ride it at least 6 times.
My bed is never my own for an entire night and I like it like that.
I used to love when Judah learned new words. I retracted that feeling when he started saying "I know it!" after everything I said to him.
I have been tired for two years.
I wouldn't change a thing...
except the public nose picking.