It’s 11:28am. I’ve been awake (ish) since around 6 something…officially up at 7. Short of a half a cup of coffee, a couple of marshmallows and the remainder of a bag of pretzel rods (pieces totaling about one whole pretzel rod), I have had nothing to eat. Georgia has had 6.5 ounces of breastmilk, several diaper changes, a couple of spit ups and a whole lot of fussing.
She’s finally sleeping.
I think I deserve some mac and cheese for this. Yes I do.