As I sit here, racking my brain for the perfect first post – one to set the mood of my blog – I suddenly feel this little hand slap my eye.
As fast as that pain set in – more pain – my eyelid started to sting.
My 9 month old, while drinking his bottle, had hit my eye, clenched his little fingers and started ripping my fake eyelashes off.
He got about half of it off when I grabbed his little arm.
Now here I am, rocking Baby G, with an eyelash dangling from my eyelid.
That is my life.
I’m a working mom, juggling a career on TV (fake eyelashes included) with my other job that includes a lot of time playing trains and planes (fake eyelashes not only discouraged, they’re ripped from your face by the tiniest of enforcers)!
AKA – complete chaos.