Fernado, Mila and I moved into our house!
like I lost my best friend… like everything is outta my hands, and like nothing is ever going to feel normal again.
the one person i felt like i could tell everything to, is now the last person who wants me around…
i dont know where home is anymore…
that I like the smell of my breast milk… Is that kind of like how people like the smell of their own farts?
I really just lost 50 followers ha. My daughter must just be too cute for some people to handle :)
hour 4 of non stop crying.
I should write a “how to fail at being a parent 101” book.
Only after I write my “100 ways to be the worse wife ever” novel.