Not Nice Spice
![]() I honestly don’t remember the last time my body- correction- my face ever hurt so badly. I’m moving through the morning like a deathly fog. After packing up an egg breakfast bagel, grapes and water bottle I ship my #1 Indonesian back off to NYC, I remember that I am operating on 3 hours of sleep. I mixed up a good remedy of “sleep while the baby sleeps” and found that at 4pm I’m feeling like a rock star, though still braless, pantless, and quite frankly careless. Note to moms: do NOT have a young single friend visit when your daily routine involves consoling 1AM crying and 3:30AM nursing sessions. Which of course must be followed up with an hour of hyperactive playing. The whole weekend I spent feeling guilty for living such a lame adult life. The only trouble is that it’s not compatible for entertaining friends, yet is freaking fabulous when you’re snuggled up with your chickadee or stud. Plans were high-jacked by 90 degree weather and sleeping baby combo. Our round two attempt at adventure was scrapped by Mother Nature. So here’s the deal- I LOVE hosting friends and family. I dream of being a reinvented version of Martha Stewart (sans jail time goes without saying), but it’s just not the case. Thankfully I have learned to invite over those nearest and dearest, which cuts down a lot of the smiling plastic face business. A good guest let’s you converse before noon with grunting, and isn’t stuck on accomplishing anything in particular. I stick to my go-to waffles and ice coffee with almond/cashew milk and let the reminiscing flow.
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