I have had a revelation with Sonya today and I must share... Gracie, just know that I was cool (cooler) before you came along. Basically, I've subconsciously started wearing mom jeans. I didn't even notice what I was doing! I dug out my old jeans that I wore every day in jr college (nearly a decade ago, folks) and I didn't make the connections...
I'm wearing mom jeans. What is wrong with me?! In addition to the mom jeans, I've also got my eye on a swagger wagon - Daddy is not at all ok with any of this (the mom jeans included) Let's all remember that I drive a HEMI 5.7 liter gas hog of a vehicle, that does feel very safe because it's a steel box and gorgeous. But I'm looking to downsize. Better gas mileage, warranty, etc and new car smell. I have not paid off the monstrous HEMI and have been advised to settle down with the talk of selling it (I'm not saying who is against it - wait I already did).
I've convinced myself that material possessions are what's in the way of my spending more time with that sweet baby girl... true and not necessarily true all at the same time. I mean, hey... you gotta get to work and you gotta eat, right? But do I really need a HEMI to get me and my precious cargo where I need to go? If your name starts with Da Da, don't answer that.