Last night I remember dreaming about this thing I saw on Pinterest to clean cookie sheets with tea tree oil. In my dream it worked really well. I haven't tried it in real life.
I also dreamed I was giving birth to my little guy again but this time he was a twin with a baby sister who followed him after. I haven't tried that in real life either.
I cut up three ripe mangoes last night and refrigerated them and now I'm eating them and it reminds me of that one time I went on a road trip and got one of those Costco bags of dried mangoes and ate like the whole thing in like ten hours and like I couldn't stop eating them mangoes and now I feel like I can't stop eating these mangoes.
I'm finally starting to fit in pre-pregnancy jeans. I was thinking about it the other day, and I gained 40 pounds in 3.5 months at the end of my pregnancy. Now, 3.5 months post-partum, I've lost 40 or more. It makes me want to say something pithy and proud, like "Hey guys, check out my new weight-loss program! It's called having a baby!" In terms of weight loss in the usual sense, I suppose this is cheating, though. Also, I can't lie to myself and pretend I'm the bee's knees, physically. I'm egregiously unfit right now, weight loss aside.
But in case you wanted to know, other pithy sayings that describe my life currently might include, "My new perfume is called spit up, a.k.a. baby vomit." Gross, right? Generally it doesn't stain, though. And my philosophy about laundry has always been this: if it ain't stained, I ain't gonna wash it.
