Wyatt woke up with a stuffy nose, so I declared a sick day: we’re not going anywhere, we’re not doing anything, and we’re wearing pajamas all day. Well, he’s a baby, so he wears pajamas every day, and I’m a stay at home mom, so frankly it’s a fine line. What sick day really means is we watched an embarrassing number of Veep episodes, and made no-bake cookies. Y’know. To help him feel better.
I’d like to take this opportunity to declare myself a great mom because I made cookies, despite the fact that my child is nine weeks old and won’t be eating cookies for, like, a year. And that the cookies were eaten by me, for breakfast.