4:28am on a Sunday morning, most women my age are just about managing to find the right key that matches the lock in their front door. I on the otherhand am sitting on the couch with exhaustively trying to fit my unrecognizable nipple into my windmilling, apparently hungry infant daughter's mouth hole. And as she spits up a little milky cottage cheesy type crap, I desperately wrestle one handed...

I have no idea what I'm doinghelp!And now I find out that my blog has to be 100 words long. Sooo, maybe I'll repeat myself a few times and or go on with myself. How's about that? I kinda need to look into getting Microsoft Office for my laptop... that should be fun... I lied. It won't be. Is this 100 words? Probably not, I keep mistyping words because I'm sleep deprived. I wish I could sleep......