if we traded places, you would be exhausted.
if we traded places, you would feel a love for your littles that is so great it can actually hurt sometimes.
if we traded places, you would feel thin today because rather than 24 pounds over your starting pregnancy weight, you would be only 20 pounds. i know its goofy, but its true.
if we traded places, you'd wish you had time to do things like volunteer, work out, or go to coffee, but with work and babies, you'd understand now is not the time.
if we traded places, you'd understand this sort of busy is short lived and really wonderful, so you wouldn't feel too bad that everything else had to wait.
if we traded places, you'd be lucky enough to carry naked noa to the tub and feel her perfect, soft, squishy baby skin in your arms.
if we traded places, you'd have the honor of dining with dash michael, company and entertainment that is priceless.
if we traded places, you'd swear you needed an assistant.
if we traded places, you would be pumped to catch up on the dvr junk calling for you.
if we traded places, you would see that i am blessed, not just lucky.
if we traded places, i'd probably insist we traded back right away because i'd miss my own beautiful chaos too too much.
if we traded places, you would be craving a chai frap.
if we traded places, you'd be one lucky mutha. just sayin.
