Morning SitRep: Mary is making modest gains. 🙌🏼 But Jane has decided to play Mary’s game. 🙄 BECAUSE AS SOON AS YOU FIGURE OUT ONE KID, ANOTHER POOPS ON YOUR PLANS. We’re working on it.
In other Tired Mommies news, Leap tried to hide behind an ottoman to get the eff away from the babies for a few gd minutes of peace and sneak-eat Oreos and Doritos without getting caught, but Quasar and his state-of-the-art Boob Radar tracked her down in zero minutes to play with her face and try to talk her out of some snacks. The look on Leap’s face is EVERY MOTHER I KNOW, all, “FINE. You can play with me but ALL I’M GOING TO DO IS LAY HERE,” and also, “It’s a good thing you’re cute, you little fart.”
Leap is back to nursing. And Quasar has decided he’s permanently attached to her. If he’s not eating, he’s insisting on a piggyback ride. In conclusion, we can pray for Leap. Jesus take the wheel.
It’s been a long day, and we are three tired mommies hanging out on the couch together, grabbing a bit of rest before the next fussy baby wakes.
Important Updates:
1. Mary and Jane are hanging in there. Weight gain is less than desired, but I took sweet Miss Mary to the shelter this evening and they said she’s looking OK. Energetic. Latching to mama Leap. Good temp. And Ryan the Shelter Cat Whisperer pumped her full of formula before I brought her home. I’ll be following Ryan’s lead and being a little more pushy with the weed sisters. Wish us all luck.
2. I ordered clothing for my four boys, so they won’t be naked at their sister’s wedding, after all. 🙌🏼
3. I realized Greg WILL be naked, however, because I forgot he’ll need clothes, too. Yes, he’s an entire grown-ass man, so technically he can dress himself. It’s just that right now his wardrobe consists of cargo shorts and snowman pajama pants, so a birthday suit is the most formal thing he owns. Will Greg or I actually do anything about this? 🤷🏻♀️ Who knows, friends? Your guess at this point is frankly as good as mine.
4. I got in a little social media kerfuffle thanking a fellow blogger for supporting queer folks during pride month.
[Me: Thanks for supporting the queers like me and mine. Thanks for supporting love.
Some Lady: YOU MEAN SIN.]
And I’m old enough and confident enough that I do not care. I’m old enough and secure enough to pat Some Lady on the head and tell her it’s adorable she thinks she can tell me what I mean. I mean, 😂 hahahahaha. BLESS HER HEART. But I AM going to just put a tiny note here for my fellow queers. I see you. I love you. Ignore the Some Ladies. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. The end. 🌈❤️
