I made eggs for breakfast.
I put the carton of eggs in the pantry.
I called my son Penny!, I mean, Cory!, damn it…Jack! (at least 5 times.)
I read articles about feeding solids to an 8 month old while my 8 month old chewed on the dog’s tail.
I read articles about babies ingesting dog hair.
Jack fell asleep in the car, so I parked in the garage and fell asleep in the car, too.
I closely examined myself in the mirror and immediately regretted that decision.
I yelled at my dog.
I contemplated exercising and cleaning up my diet.
I ate way too many chocolate covered raisins.
Someone asked me what I was doing for Jack’s first birthday and I kinda sorta (most definitely) cried.
I wished it was the weekend.
An hour after Jack went to bed, I scrolled through my phone and watched all my videos of him.
I forgot to ‘gram my #thunderthighthursday picture.