Last Wednesday I was up poo's creek without a diaper.
It wasn't a fun place to be. Not at all.
"You know," I said, between licks of some excellent Italian ice cream. "Maybe it's better this way. Maybe we'll have more fun on our nights out because we have to work so hard to get them."
On such a beautiful day, when the sky is clear and sunny and hot, I count my lucky stars that I have this fantastic opportunity called "mat leave."