It's been a loooong day! My PPD go the best of me, and I just felt like crap. I am hungry with nothing to eat, my new diapers are torn up, my new ring sling isn't here yet and the house still looks like a disaster despite hours of work. I took out 5 bags of trash, attempted to do more dishes, picked up the living room- and I still can't tell a difference.
On the bright side, Will tried to say a few more words. "Aunt Christa" "Bible" and "I love you". Of course they didn't sound anything like that, but he tried!