Yesterday, I was talking on the phone with a new mama / new friend who is having a rough time--and rightfully so with the sheer amount of life events she has experienced within the last several weeks. We've waded through some of the heavy subjects, and now we are talking about the every day. I tell her about how Baby has decided (mostly due to tooth pain) that she only needs one nap today. It is 2 hours past when she should have gone to sleep, and she is in the Crazy Baby Zone. The Crazy Baby Zone is this tiny little window of time located directly before Baby hits critical mass. She becomes this overtired little nutcase that finds everything hilarious; it's all goofiness, smiles, and laughs... right up until BOOM. Meltdown.
The New Mama Friend gets another call and asks if she can call me right back. I respond, "Yeah, if I don't answer it's because I'm getting Crazy in bed."
Hubby suddenly appears, a puzzled look on his face. "You're getting crazy in bed?"
I laugh and quickly begin to rephrase, only there's no one on the line.
Apparently, I don't even need auto correct to say things that are completely inappropriate.
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