That was me the other morning. No, not crazy, out of my rocking mind hormonal. It was the oh my goodness my baby is five months old, one month away from six months, halfway to a year old hormonal. I'm declaring that every mom not in their right mind goes through this. Otherwise I'm truly crazy, and I'm currently in denial about that status.
So, frantic me had to do something about this situation. I couldn't freeze my child, or make time stand still. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. Even my
To my surprise E ran up the stairs to me bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Yes, Mom. Dad said yes!" I swooped up L and flew down the stairs. I was so excited! He said yes! Woot! Woot! "Really? You mean it? We can have another baby?"
My darling husband looked up at me and shook his head, while asking me to repeat myself.
"We can have another baby! Yes, I'm so happy! That is what E asked you, and you said yes."
"Um, that is what he asked? No, we are NOT having another baby."
"But you told him yes."
"I was under the influence."
I was saddened, yet laughed my arse off at the same time.
Four hours later he reminded me that we fixed the issue of having another baby and there was no turning back.
Eight hours later I laid on the couch in utter exhaustion asking myself why I even considered baby number five?
Forty-eight hours later I have concluded I too was under the influence.