Last night as I was packing up the baby and her endless stuff to leave my parents’ house, my sister asked, “Is that spit-up on your shirt?”
Evie had spit-up earlier in the evening, but I hadn’t even noticed (or checked if) it had landed on me.
That’s how bad it’s gotten, friends. I have somehow entered full-on survival-mode-mom-hotness.
On one of my more recent work trips, I had a naked Evie on my lap near the tub as I was adjusting the water temperature for her bath. Wrong 5 seconds to be holding her sans diaper because I got creamed.
Thanks, Evs. You now how to keep people looking at me for all the wrong reasons.
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