... you jump up at the sight of a fly, race down the hallway (my wheel chair needs racing stripes!) with your baby, who is still attached to your boob, in one arm and the fly swatter in the other, stand up (one leg optional, it just makes you more of a badass ;), swat the shit out of the black-bean sized fly all while keeping the baby attached and asleep.
Black-Bean Flys: 0
p.s. ~ Sorry I haven't been posting these past few days.. Squid has been really gassy and screams and INSISTS on being held. I'm only happy to oblige since his pain face tears my heart to shreds, but holding the baby = no time for blogging.
p.p.s.~ The fly is still on the floor in his room since I had both my hands full. Totally gross, but I'm learning to pick and choose my battles. Oh hey... the baby is asleep RIGHT NOW (I'm typing, duh!) and my hands are free... I swear, my breast milk must be fortified with brain cells because I seem to be losing them left and right.
.... off to pick up the black-bean!