Lost in Place

I started packing away baby clothes months ago. It was sad when I put them away knowing she’d never wear them again. But watching my sister put them in her suitcase to take them home for her baby? It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. So sad. So so sad.

Someone replaced my baby with the happiest, friendliest, hungriest baby on the planet. To whomever that was: you can keep her. I like this one better!

I miss my sister. I felt like I was suffocating when I dropped the baby off at day care this morning. I cried at stupid music on the way to work. Less than four hours of sleep sucks. I’m tired and much too emotional because of it.

My house has shown every day for what feels like forever. I should be happy about that and yet I’m mostly annoyed. Especially since I forgot to make the bed this morning and pick up the slew of baby toys.

I like my Eddie stand-up, in a dress, with make-up.

I need baby shower ideas. I have a month. I’m usually really good at this stuff but now my brain is broken and nothing seems good enough.