5 minute me time

I am writing this post while I lay down on my mom’s couch waiting until the door opens and my little me time is once again over. Since becoming a “mother” to this baby boy, I can never really remember a time that I was alone – figuratively and physically. I go to the bathroom and there Elon is. I go to the kitchen, poof there he is at the end of my tail. 

I have come to terms that this would go on for about 3 more years maybe until he no longer sees me as the most interesting person in the world. So I am not complaining. I actually LOOOOVE it. Ooops and here they are now.. was that 5 or more like 3 minutes of me time? Okay next time! 


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