Yes, you read that correctly. I am spending yet another day using and abusing the service of grandparents. I think I’ve eaten more in the past three days than I have since I came home from the hospital. And you know what? I don’t hate it.
Tonight, I get to do exciting things, like take the subway! I never thought I would enjoy taking the gross, metal tube beneath Manhattan. But, next to diaper duty, NYC public transportation is a treat. We’re going to a Richard Dawkins lecture in Brooklyn. My pre-baby self was much more excited for educational evenings like this, but my inner-mommy would much prefer chugging a bottle of rum and sleeping through the night. So, I guess being a mommy has brought out my inner-trash monster. And, to think, I’ve tried to hide it for so long.