If I win do I get $44 million instead?
Big news in the land of Babydom. Today, on Little Man's two-week birthday, I stepped outside for the very first time without him.
Sure, I've had 37-second showers without him and a couple of times I've even been able to hand him off when I've had to go to the little girl's room. (Note to mommies-to-be: Sometimes when you have to go to the bathroom, you are going to have to put your baby on the bathroom floor mat while he/she watches you do your business.)
But today, I had to whip out to buy chicken fingers and there wasn't much point in him making the 12-minute trip with me.
I was so speedy buying dinner that I decided to go to a convenience store and buy a Lotto 649 ticket. The jackpot tonight is $22 million.
No, I wouldn't hire a nanny if I won but I would hire:
a) A house cleaner
b) Someone to do my laundry
c) A personal shopper (I thought a box of breast pads would last, oh, I don't know - a few months? Ah, no. It has lasted exactly two weeks. No one tells you that you have to wear maxipads on your breasts 24/7 when you're a new mommy.) Sexy, I know.
d) A chef
e) A chauffer
f) Lukas Rossi from Rockstar: Supernova to perform at my Thanksgiving dinner (whether or not he wins tonight).
But when I got to the convenience store, panic set in. What if he was crying? What if he was hungry? Sure, the BF has changed hundreds of diapers in his lifetime with his two other children, but I'm the only one who can do the feeding. Soon, I was marking lottary numbers off like a madwoman. I had to get out of there and get home to my men.
I got in the car with my ticket and the latest US - John Mayer dumped Jessica Simpson! - and zoomed home only to notice that in my state of baby panic, I'd chosen the same set of numbers twice. (Normally, I'm a fan of full disclosure and I'd tell you how I came about my numbers but I don't want you to steal my numbers and my millions.)
No, wasting $2 isn't such a big deal but if my other set of numbers I was going to choose is the winning combo, I'm going to lose it tomorrow.
I'll have to find time for my breakdown somewhere inbetween washing sleepers covered in liquid mustard poo and buying breastpads.
Sure, I've had 37-second showers without him and a couple of times I've even been able to hand him off when I've had to go to the little girl's room. (Note to mommies-to-be: Sometimes when you have to go to the bathroom, you are going to have to put your baby on the bathroom floor mat while he/she watches you do your business.)
But today, I had to whip out to buy chicken fingers and there wasn't much point in him making the 12-minute trip with me.
I was so speedy buying dinner that I decided to go to a convenience store and buy a Lotto 649 ticket. The jackpot tonight is $22 million.
No, I wouldn't hire a nanny if I won but I would hire:
a) A house cleaner
b) Someone to do my laundry
c) A personal shopper (I thought a box of breast pads would last, oh, I don't know - a few months? Ah, no. It has lasted exactly two weeks. No one tells you that you have to wear maxipads on your breasts 24/7 when you're a new mommy.) Sexy, I know.
d) A chef
e) A chauffer
f) Lukas Rossi from Rockstar: Supernova to perform at my Thanksgiving dinner (whether or not he wins tonight).
But when I got to the convenience store, panic set in. What if he was crying? What if he was hungry? Sure, the BF has changed hundreds of diapers in his lifetime with his two other children, but I'm the only one who can do the feeding. Soon, I was marking lottary numbers off like a madwoman. I had to get out of there and get home to my men.
I got in the car with my ticket and the latest US - John Mayer dumped Jessica Simpson! - and zoomed home only to notice that in my state of baby panic, I'd chosen the same set of numbers twice. (Normally, I'm a fan of full disclosure and I'd tell you how I came about my numbers but I don't want you to steal my numbers and my millions.)
No, wasting $2 isn't such a big deal but if my other set of numbers I was going to choose is the winning combo, I'm going to lose it tomorrow.
I'll have to find time for my breakdown somewhere inbetween washing sleepers covered in liquid mustard poo and buying breastpads.
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