The Morning After

Ever had one of those days where stuff just seems to multiply and yet you cannot understand how?

I mean, you did 1 breast pump and gave one bottle and used one nipple guard. And then, while you were shoving another epic quantity of bibs and mis-matched tiny socks into the washing machine, these plastic nightmares met up with all their old mates from high school, had a party, got wasted and passed out all over your house. And now you have to deal with them. Clean them up and get them home.

The morning after:


Seriously – this is for ONE tiny baby in less than one day. What the hell do people with two small children’s sink areas look like? Or twins? arrgggggggggg


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