This marks the time when I'm finally ready to get my act together. I'm putting on makeup. Wearing "normal" clothes. (Do not assume that means non-maternity. It just means non-pajama.) I'm not as embarrassed to leave the house. And I'm getting a new hair style tomorrow. (I plan to keep it long but you want to take bets on me deciding to chop it all off at the last minute? I've been known to do that.)
So now, some letters of apology.
Dear Friends & Family,
As I am crawling out of the new baby haze, please forgive me of my forgetfulness if I've not sent a proper thank you note for the lovely baby gifts. And I probably have written to you over and over in my mind at 3 am many nights, but I have no idea where a pen is in this house.
Dear Bathroom Floors,
I know you are used to neglect and utter disregard, but this is the longest I've ignored you and in a house with four males I am asking you from the bottom of my heart to hang in there just a little bit longer. And if you could pretty-please start repelling stray pee that would help immensely. Thanks.
What a fright I had when I finally gave myself a really good look in the mirror today. Why didn't you say something before? I am so so so sorry.
Ok. I'm begging you for mercy. What the heck are you hanging around for? You were cute for a while but it's definitely time for us to part ways.
I do hope you all understand, as I've been caught in the gaze of a beautiful little baby girl for the past several weeks and it's just been heavenly. Cut me some slack? Mwah! You're the best.