It's faster to tweet than it is to post.
I should post but I don't.
That's not even a haiku is it? I don't remember what constitutes a haiku. I did remember to put on underwear this morning so really I am still winning.
Also that last post was on my birthday and did I even bring up my birthday of the gifts I should receive therein? I did not. Internet - you're welcome.
September brings teething, crying and more not sleeping.
The Raptor is now boob-free allowing me freedom from showing my nipple in public or locking myself in a bathroom to express milk.
Don't ever say motherhood isn't glamorous.
