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.