Today I crowned myself an official "Mom". And that's only because I spent the entire night last with my head in the toilet after a suspicious dinner and yet I don't get to call in sick today. Instead I am chasing after an extremely willful ten month old baby who doesn't understand that he can't eat the dog food or chew on his crib railing and who is refusing to nap. All the while I'm trying not to pass out from exhaustion and nausea. So here I am, an official "Mom" who is officially tired.
And, no, I am NOT pregnant, definitely not. Wouldn't that just be a kick in the ass, though?