That lazy ass b*tch

I’m pretty sure our holiday guests are thinking the above. Everytime that see me I’m sitting on my butt. 

It’s insane the energy that is robbed by your growing child. The holiday season is rough when your growing a small human. Last time round we had no plans, no visitors and now that I think about it, I didn’t cook the turkey I bought because the thought of touching it sent me reaching, so for dinner I’m ashamed to admit to it we went out for fast food. Yep on Christmas night. So there probably isn’t a lot that is different, except it’s funny/embarrassing that people (other than my husband) witness my useless-ness. 

I’m probably a walking advertisement against having children. 

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