Does this make me dumb?

It takes me until Tuesday to finish the Sunday Times crossword.

Even when I cheat.


Stuck at 49 pounds gone, but perhaps the flurry of workouts that have been kicking my butt here recently will make a dent in the 11 stubborn pounds left to go.

Only 2 more days until my baby isn’t a baby anymore… Why this makes me a tinge sad, I don’t know.

But, on the positive side, no more referring to his age in months! I’ll just be able to say, ‘Auggie is 2!’ instead of, ‘My son is 22.45632 months old. Thanks for asking.’

By the way, I ended up staying awake until 3 am. last Wednesday night. Not fun.