I wish I could say I live in yoga pants, but I don't. It's actually pajamas.
I don't have the free time I thought I would. Hudson never naps!
I feel like we have had a successful day if I have showered, brushed my teeth, and run the dishwasher.
I sometimes miss the routine of having a job to go to, but then I have two wake up calls from Hudson that night and sleep in the rocking chair in his room from 3 until 6 and I realize "Nope, I'm good."
I'm secretly addicted to the Gerber Lil Crunchies, AKA "baby Cheetos."
Sometimes, I just put extra stuff on Hudson's plate and we share his dinner of scrambled eggs, mozzarella cubes, clementines, and banana French toast.
I am not bored staying at home. Sometimes I'm frustrated by how little I can accomplish right now. I know it will pass, and in a year or two, Hudson will be able to play alone while I clean up. I'll miss him constantly wanting to snuggle with me.
I suddenly understand the value of being highly organized, and I curse myself daily for not getting it together before getting pregnant.
I constantly wonder what I will do when I don't have a baby to take care of. At some point, I have to go back to work, right?