I can't talk about what I do. It's part of the joys of being me. And, learning from other people's past mistakes with blogs and jobs, I cannot and will not go there. Just let it be known that some days, I want to pull my hair out b/c of what I do and who I have to deal with.
On another note, Baby has his 2 month shots tomorrow. I understand that it's not going to be fun, but I don't think that I am prepared for what is really going to happen. As I type, Baby is sleeping in my lap, as sweet as can be. I cannot imagine him screaming his head off tomorrow. I'll write about the horrific experience tomorrow. Wish me luck!