Dan is done. And he is my husband. And the keeper of our sperm. Without him-and his sperm- babies are difficult. Not to mention, if he doesn't want to participate- who will I ask to hold the baby so that I can pee and shower? See my problem?
And he cried because he wants to live here forever and ever.
I could feel my milk letting down- I swear I could- and then I remembered I got none. So I spoke of a carton of heavy whipping cream in the fridge and a wonderful life in the corner of my bedroom.
And his mother sacked him up and ran for the car.
Until next time whittle baybeee.
Now- I must go shower and prepare to take my kids to register at those big gigantic schools and pretend like I am really going to start sending Allyson to that oversized intermediate school next week (all.the.way.across.town.with.other.hormonal.