So, last time this year I spent a lot of my time watching arguments regarding breastfeeding, cloth diapers, co-sleeping blah blah blah.
Now, none of that shit matters to me at all. I still see it on my dash and I’m just like laughing my ass off that it’s such a big deal to some people. I even took part in the arguing, ask my girls. I was pretty ridiculous. lol. I guess when you’re pregnant and you don’t know wtf, it is a big deal at the time, but once baby comes all that shit - at least for me, was out the window.
I sucked at breastfeeding, well, no, Jayce just spit up all my milk and it really pissed me off. I use disposable diapers, and I make all of Jayce’s food (thank you, baby bullet, you are the best invention ever).
But honestly, all that shit does not matter.
My life has been a chaotic mess and everything I thought I would be doing, I’m not. While other things, I took that shit by the reins and tool control.
My relationship that was once a fairytale is now a roller coaster. I’m not a breastfeeding champ like I thought I would be. I don’t co-sleep, because Jayce surprisingly doesn’t like it and appreciate my space. He actually hates my room.
I started school a little over a year ago, and I’m done.
Life. It’s crazaaaaaaaaaaaaay.