I had one of those days yesterday.

I'm sure you've heard of them.  You know, the ones where a stay-at-home mom can't get anything right?  Where she doesn't shower, get dressed, or leave the house?  It's true, the rumors you've heard - it DOES happen.

So taken for granted when you’re getting it.  Seriously.

Let’s talk sleeping arrangements.  First, this is a judgement free zone.  I make the choices I make because I feel they are the best for ME and for Ronan.  I do not ever look down upon or belittle another mother for the choices she has made for her family.  I expect the same courtesy.  That being said, if you disagree or dislike what you read here, keep it to yourself.

Ronan sleeps in bed with me.  I did not plan it, want it, nor did I encourage it.  As a matter of fact, I was violently against bed-sharing… until I had a baby.  I used to hear about friends who let their child sleep with them, and I would turn to look at Brock and say, “We are NEVER doing that.”

I have this post already written in my head, and it makes me sad.  It isn’t meant to be a woe-is-me situation or anything.  It’s really just the way things feel to me.

I don’t have any friends.

Yeah, I know, that’s stupid.  Mandy, you’re stupid. 

You have a ton of friends on Facebook that you love keeping in touch with.  And you have all of these amazing people that you consider your friends.  Dana and Amanda are incredible.  You probably couldn’t live without Joy, or Nancy, or Nadine.  You are friends with the people you work with; you like all of them.  And Crystal?  She’s still your BFF.   She always will be.

Then what the hell am I talking about?