Some days The Admiral & I stay in our PJ's until 3 in the afternoon.*
And some days we have hot dogs for lunch which always remind me of being pregnant with him (I had a hot dog for lunch almost every day of my first trimester, no joke)
Some days I plan to do a "fashion" post with my new duds
from Quincees but said PJs keep me from it.
Some days I realize my kid knows places that are off-limits but thinks it's ok as long as he chants "No, no. Down, down." and I have to hide my laughing with a pillow.
*Disclaimer: I am not a 'stay-in-bed' mom, I start work in my home at 5:15am so the motive to get dressed in the early dark is low to say the least. So sue me.
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