the beginning

Since I ended 2010 with a little Wal-Mart ditty, I figured it would only be fitting if I started 2011 with one. I left the bubs with Gramma and a breast milk bong, then headed out to do some solo shopping. This is pretty much heaven - not having a 16 pound weight attached to your chest, a ticking time bomb that may pop awake at any time and lose her mind for reasons unknown. It's still doable, even with my back threatening to buckle and sweat streaming down into my breast pads; it just gets tricky when you drop something or have to unload the cart or have to use the bathroom. (Which I have totally done with her still strapped to me. It’s like the tandem pissing Olympics. No booties lost in the toilet = success.)
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