I’m not domestic. I’ve written many posts that should convince you of this. I am very thankful for a husband who actually enjoys food shopping. I’ll stick to painting rooms, rewiring routers and installing closet organizers.

Gone, are the diaper bags. No excuse now to be carrying that large Kate Spade bag I had back then. Gone, is some of the dependency. (That last part is especially tough when you’re a smothering, needy mother like myself.) And forever gone was the crinkling sound and the scent of Desitin.

I hit another big milestone this weekend and I’m not ready for it yet……