The FLY emails come throughout the day. Boogie your car! Boogie your purse!
I have a pink calendar, colored pens for writing in it, star stickers for rewards, purple and pink paper clips for those wedding invitations, those Netflix envelopes, all those flyaway things!
I have my load of laundry done before ten a.m. After it's done, I go to the FLY site and enter my email in the laundry ticker. Reward!
Tuesday mornings on the calendar, I write in "Mommy Meeting." We give the babies "belly time"; we nurse, breasts everywhere; we go out for club sandwiches and meatless burgers and tuna salads and diet pops.
Last year, my idea of a social gathering was sushi on a Friday night. Sake shots, shrimp boat, designated drivers, debate, loud laughing, edamame. Now it's Tuesday afternoons at the cafe discussing Bumbos, age-appropriateness, the evil Huggies versus the angelic Pampers, coupon exchange, front carriers.
As early as three months ago, I'd get a lazy jag and spend the day surfing porn, or levelling.
What has happened to me? Who am I?
I'd ask, but I have to go enter my finished laundry load into the FLY counter.
posted by Samus @ 11:06 AM
4 Comments:
Hmm, Edamame, I love it!
So, what kind of porn does Mrs Samus like?
Anything involving animals and uncles.
Nothing wrong with a little FLY-ing. :) It really is amazing how much having a child changes your life though.
Jenn! I have your blog in my favorites list, but I haven't gotten to it yet. What's a noony?
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