Baby blues

Before I decided to tackle the challenge of playing substitute mommy, the following thoughts went through my head:

1. i dont really like kids
2. i like to sleep in really late
3. i hate cleaning up after myself and i really hate cleaning up after someone else

So far, I’ve just reaffirmed my original thoughts. Personally, I wonder why kids like me and why the heck someone would trust me to take care of them. Maybe it’s cause my boobs are so big. Motherly, or something. I don’t know. You can see the daily damage here or you can just fill in your own blanks. Trust me, the pictures are more fun.

  1. Well the kid looks happy so you can’t be that bad of a substitute Mommy.