I survived

Papa Rob went back to work today and it's probably an understatement to say I was terrified of being in this house alone all day, the only adult in the house responsible for keeping this little human alive. And I may or may not have cried. More than once. But, I am happy to report that we both survived! (I will admit I was fortunate enough to have my boss and a coworker stop by to keep me company for part of the day.) Not only did we survive, I managed to wash 3 loads of laundry, I rigged up a system so I could pump hands free (thanks to a sports bra & a pair of scissors).  Hell, I was even able to pee and brush my teeth today without help (don't judge).

I won't talk about the fact that I didn't get to nap & I'm running on about 3hrs of sleep from last night, that I was only able to eat a peanut butter sandwich in 9 hours, or that one of us went through 3 clothing changes, or the projectile spit-up incident that rivaled The Exorcist, and I certainly won't mention that Anneliese managed to pee and/or poop on all of her changing table covers in less than 24hrs...but, how can you not love this face?

Oh yeah, and because someone is a fussbutt if she's not being held, this is the only reason I managed to get anything done today.

Thank you, Moby wrap!