No, really. What’s cooking? Are you cooking? Because I’m not, and dinner ain’t gonna make itself.
I’m busy working part-time, nursing a 9-month-old (and generally keeping him alive), and trying not to forget about the cats. That’s about as many mouths as I can keep full at any given time, and you may notice that my own is not included on the list—and this mama is hungry. Like, teenage boy hungry.
You know what happens when a new mom is sleep-deprived, stressed out, and underfed? HANGER. The struggle is real, and it doesn’t look good for anyone involved. So buckle up, folks, and just try to steer clear of my hangry wrath (unless you brought cake, in which case, steer it right this way, and step on it).