those moms". The kind of mom who's life is bombarded with a living room of plastic toys, an empty stomach until 11:00am when her baby is finally down for a nap, and a house that looks like the interior decorator was a two year old (please see Exhibit A... yes those are woodland creatures on my shower curtain). I really don't have anything poetic to say about the matter. I guess I'm just surprised that:
1. I am that kind of mom.
2. I don't care.
3. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Here's to all you moms out there with creatures on your shower curtain. You deserve a big pat on the back.