I'm fat.
I'm disorganized.
I forget simple things like who fed the dogs last.
I'm perpetually 15 minutes late.
But guys, I just had a baby.
11 months ago.
I still get a pass, right? I can claim baby brain until at least 2031, right?
Hang out with me as I document the life and times of a work-from-home-mom, trying to find ways to maintain some semblance of normalcy and sanity in a house with two dogs, a work-from-home husband, and oh yeah, that baby. The struggle is real.
