I'm pretty sure Pandora loves me. Alanis Morissette's "Hands Clean", Matchbox 20's "Push", Tal Bachman's "She's So High", & Counting Crows' "Mr. Jones" played right in a row just now. That was a fun little brain vacation.
Bringing me back to reality was the moment my greatest fear just became clear in my mind. We may be done having babies by the time I have a sink in my laundry room. I'm a little sad at the moment. Silver lining: the bathroom and laundry room aren't more than ten steps away from each other.
P.S. I'm fairly confident there is not a diaper in the world that can contain Macy's poop. I'm also fairly certain that trait comes from her father.
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