Having a kid is a BIG deal. There’s no 30-day money back guarantee, store credit return policy or 1-for-1 exchange for a new model/color.
More often than not, I feel like a kid having a kid. It wasn’t that long ago that I was prancing around in my pigtails without a care in the world. (Ok, so I never did the pigtail thing, but you get the drift) I don’t eat my spinach and I don’t like picking up after myself. If I could, I’d watch reruns of Gilmore Girls and eat pizza all day.
I must confess, in the past almost nine months, I’ve dropped my boy into his bath tub, bumped his head on the bedpost, cut his finger and jabbed him in the eye.
I’m a terrible mother, I know. All I can say is that I’m glad babies don’t remember anything that happened in the first two years of their lives. One can only hope.
