I'm not gonna lie, I've thought about scanning my own bum at the self-checkout things at the grocery store. Only thing stopping me is that Emma is usually with me and I figure I shouldn't set a bad example...lol.
I think that they should make more foods readily available on a stick. With things so hectic and busy lately, I think life would be so much easier if I could just hand Emma a chicken on a stick and asparagus on a stick dinner. I would not have to choose between using lunch time to actually eat...or to shower. I could eat my lunch on a stick while driving her back to school.
I find myself having to hold my own hand back while standing in line at a place that has an intercom...I would love to just grab it and start saying random thoughts to the people in the store.
I think that more things should be covered in bubble wrap. Not specifically for safety reasons....mainly just because it's fun to pop it. It's a little burst of stress relief and it's fun.
I don't really understand why dandelions are considered weeds. I personally think they are pretty...nice and bright and yellow...when there are a million of them scattered across a field, I think it looks pretty...makes me think of whats her face from Little House on the Prairie running through the fields.
I love fruit that comes in it's own wrapping. Bananas for example...you can grab one and go...they are protected in their own wrapper...they are fun to peel...they taste good...you can pretend you are a monkey while eating it...good stuff.
I will never understand the reason for making your bed. You are just going to get back in it later on that night. As long as your bed is not in the kitchen or living room where visitors could come over and see it, what is really the point of making it?
No matter how much I vaccuum...there still seems to always be cat hair around.
Every time I decide to clean the bathroom sink, my husband will most certainly decided to make that day the day that he will shave...leaving tiny little hairs all over the place...grrrr
Getting 4 hours of sleep a night for the past two nights is hard. It's making me even more whacky than (then?) I already am.
I've learned that I will truly do absolutely anything for my daughter.
I've learned that being a Mom to a diabetic child takes a special kind of patience and strength. We are fighters. We are unique. We are kind-hearted. We care for others on a much deeper level than most people. We understand what it honestly means to support someone in need.
Since beginning this journey down the path of pumping, I have learned that I can ALWAYS count on the strength and support of you all. More so than most of my own family. We are all connected on a level that no one could really comprehend unless they were living it as well. You all are amazing to me. You all are my heroes. Our children are my heroes. (am i spelling heroes right? is it heroes? or heros? lolol)
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being there for me. I promise to pay it forward to the next Mom or Dad in line waiting to start their journey down this same path.