Before I was pregnant I had a few many foolish events take place. For example, I accidentally locked Swazie outside while she was taking a dump and totally forget about her. Each time I would do something like the example above, Pook would be like, "Oh look there goes another one of our kids...dead!”. I seriously started to worry that I wasn’t going to be able to handle the responsibility of parenthood.
Dude, I have proved my husband and myself wrong. You would totally believe me if you were able to see the crap I have had to put up with this week. I knew I totally passed the good-mom-test when I found myself dealing with massive gallons of snot, breathing treatments and sleepless nights. Seriously, I think you would agree with me that I have got it going on in the parenting world. And if you still think I am a shitty Mom, well then screw you! Did I mention that I haven’t had much sleep?