Last week we all got beat down with some type of virus that has since left us tired & so snotty. Baby is taking it the hardest, so it's been non-stop nursing around the clock night and day. And crying. So much crying. So much snot.
*i need to add that I've had thrush on my boobs for a week, and I'm having to get another dose of meds to clear it.. so let's just add incredibly painful boobies to a baby that refuses a bottle- and wants to nurse for comfort every hour to this mix. Yeah. I want to rip my boobs off. Like, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Ever. And that is the story about my boobs, sorry dad if you're reading this*
Anyway, back to the point.
I bathed my beautiful, fussy, incredibly tired children at 630. You guys, early bedtime tonight because it's been one of THOSE Mondays.
Let's just say they are lucky I even fed them and bathed them.
Or remember their names.
I made brandon get them out and then I climbed in. How amazing and nourishing is my hair gunna feel after this banana soak? Prob lavish. I was so embarrassed today at the school pick up.. I didn't realize I had paint all over me (I had the bright idea to paint the entire house the last two weeks i am like so stupid) and one glance in my car window and I was shocked. Yikes.
So, anyway. I got a 10 min bath alone today you guys, and that is pretty much what this blog post is about.
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