I have officially lost track of time.
What day is it today? Is it Tuesday? Friday? Do days even exist anymore?
I haven't brushed my hair in—God, how long has it been? My messy bun has gone from 'effortless cute' to 'homeless chic' real fast.
My shirt has mystery stains on it, and I am not sure if they are from baby spit-up, milk, or my own exhausted tears.
And sleep? What is sleep?
I am running on caffeine, sheer willpower, and the kind of love that makes me stare at my baby at 3 AM instead of actually using those rare moments to sleep.
A knock on the door makes me jump.
And before I can even process it, Mia barges in like a human hurricane.
"THEA BEAR!" Mia squeals, practically throwing her purse onto the floor as she rushes inside. "Where is my new favorite human?
