Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Eat, Sleep, Poop and Play

I often found, when faced with my crying newborn, that I just kind of froze and had no idea what the problem could be. It was like all time and space stopped and my mind was a complete blank. It was just me and a crying bag of goo that needed something. What that something was, I was too far gone on The Postpartum Crazy Train to figure out. I found that this list helped me. Hope it helps you, too.

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  1. I spit coffee all over the monitor. It's gonna be a good day.

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  2. As I was scrolling down, I was thinking to myself, this is kinda obvious until I got to the asshole baby. LMAO! One of my kids asked me what I was laughing at but I couldn't tell him. lol. I have gotta share this.

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  3. Thanks, Resa. Thanks, NMOTB. glad you guys get that is is a joke, though TQC was a total asshole sometimes.

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  4. The number of times in our first three months that it was the bottom checkbox? Innumerable. Don't get me wrong, I love her and all, but even now, four years later, when people say "She's so cute!" my answer is always "Thanks, it's her defense mechanism."

    This made me laugh so hard on a day when I really needed it. Thank you. :)

    -Melly

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