You might find yourself still in your PJs at noon licking syrup off your breakfast plate while you freelance.
If your infant sleeps on your lap while you blog, be prepared to wipe pee off your trackpad.
You convince yourself that you need clip-in bangs from QVC. Why am I watching QVC?
Your eyebrows look like two blonde caterpillars. They need an appointment with a big jar of hot wax.
You find yourself purchasing unneeded items on your community’s swap and sell site. Hello play shopping cart, Thomas the Train jammies, and Billy Blanks DVDs.
You never remember what day it is, and your son’s Baptism this weekend seems like it just sprung up on you.
And you fill your week with fun like this: