It’s true, I had a baby and I want a cookie.
Or twelve. I could eat twelve cookies. That is a whole other story.
I do this thing where I bring up that I just had a baby all of the time. Awkwardly.
“Can I use your bathroom? I just had a baby.”
“I used to be fast at catching chickens but I just had a baby.”
“Is that cow in heat? I just had a baby.”
I couldn’t pin point why I do this until the other day when I was extra complaining about how hard everything is because I ‘just’ had a baby and Tom says:
“So do you like want a cookie? Is that it? You had a baby and now you want a cookie?”
You guys I want ALL of the cookies. That was exactly it but if I had had a cookie right then, I would have thrown it at my husband’s face.
Lord help me. I yelled “YES I HAD A BABY AND I YES I WANT A COOKIE.”
Wow. As soon as I said that, I felt so much better.
So there it is. Just putting it out there. True life: I had a baby and I want a cookie [or twelve.]
Any other moms feel this way? I can’t be the only one right? I have some thoughts on why I feel this way and if I should feel this way and if it’s okay to feel this way and for how long I should feel this way but I’ll save all of that for another time because right now I need to go bake a couple dozen cookies.
Kidding but not at all,