I'm 35, 4 months pp and dressed in a slutty nun outfit at 12:30am on a Thursday night for a midnight album release. I feel good about my choices.

I got to do something really cool this past weekend, and I cannot wait to see the finished result!

Midnight flashback to first grade, where our teacher Ms Donahue wanted us to feel empowered and be outgoing, and told us if we ever had a idea to share or a song to sing, we could get up in front of the class and do it. And I took this as an invitation for elementary open mic.

Post looking for support on breastfeeding subreddits. Immediately get messages from perverts offering to "help," if I can send a picture of my boobs.

Never change internet!

Hubs and I are sleeping in shifts right now. So, alone, sitting up in the dark with just the baby.

And he keeps trying to make us watch Hereditary before bed.

Cheese Stick Wrappers Piled On Desk Like Shed Skins Littering Cobra Pit

Awake at 2am with the baby and also with 3 lines from a Mumford and Sons song. It was a hard night 😂

I like that my Instagram is basically a collage of the bizarre moments spread across an otherwise mundane existance.

I unfollow every plain white dude who starts a post with, "I know people have been waiting to hear my take on..."

No. No, Ren Faire boy, no one has been waiting. Your take is not hotly anticipated. Shhhhh.

I think I got that norovirus thing. I haven't been sick since 2018, so this is honestly bull shit.

Chris described trying to get the baby to stop screaming as solving a cenobite box and I feel like after the last two days, I'd take the cenobite.

Up here doing our best. The bar is not high though.