I didn't mean to give birth to my brain cells along with the baby, but apparently that is what happened.
I want to write something. There are even things to write about--many things. How can one live with a preschooler, toddler, and a baby, and not have things to write about?
Still, when my husband asked if I had written anything today, I said no because I feel like I have no brain cells. Lack of sleep will do that to you.
My sweet husband simply said, “Good, I've always wanted to be married to a bimbo.”