Life in Momma-Drama-Land

I am typing this as I sneak a peak out to the garage where my 18 month old is asleep in his carseat. Somehow I managed to have one of those delightfully adorable children who only falls asleep in his carseat or attached to me like velcro. If I move him, he'll be up for the rest of the day. So I simply turn off the car, shut the garage door, and leave my kitchen door open so I can see him every moment. I use to be too *good* of a mother to pull a stunt like this. Now, 18 months in, I'm desperate for some time to myself.