If you follow me on the insta's you know I've been single parenting. A lot. You know that I have two wild boys. I'm preggo with the third.
I also like to complain.
This, Ben says, is MAYBE the last trip, other than the other last trip/in Austin work extravaganza until baby comes. I believe it too. Maybe.
Anyway, I have not been sick in approximately one year. Until this weekend, when I contracted some sort of plague. I'm probably dying. Anyway. G started swim lessons on Monday. Oh, back it up. I first woke up to Meyer Monday morning and brought him downstairs. Began making him breakfast only to see that there is a MOUSE in a trap. Ummm a MOUSE. If you are counting wildlife in our house we have had bats, raccoons, and now mice. I HAVE FOUND ALL OF THEM. GROSSSSSS. Living on a green belt is so overrated.
Swim lessons. Plague. Single parenting. Day 2. Meyer woke up at 5:45. Screaming. For no reason. He also pooped in the bathtub. I took him out and put him on the potty. Nothing. Then I got him down... and he proceeded to poop on the floor. twice. and walk in it. AMAZING.
Day 2 down. How many more to go?