I'm still here. Just barely.
Somehow, four kids have managed to turn me into a zombie. I really don't know how that happened, what with all of the quality sleep I have been getting lately.
I read an article about a celebrity who recently became a new mother, and she commented on her infatuation with her son. She said that she feels wonderful, and all she and her husband do all day is sit and stare into their baby's eyes.
Oh, me too! I always gaze lovingly down at Bun every morning around two. And then I wake up with a jerk at 3:45 because I've started drooling on his head.
That's some worshipful love right there, my friends.
Of course, a little farther down in the article, this celebrity mom mentions her 24-hour on call baby nurse and her other staff. As in hired people who will clean out her toilets so that she can lounge around and stare at her baby.
I tried to get some other staff, but the best I could do was to give birth to them myself. And they don't take too kindly to scrubbing toilets while I lay around with the baby.
But hey, at least I don't drool on them.
PS: Thank you, Blogger, for restoring my spell-check. You have saved my last nerve.