The Neighbors Might Think I'm Crazy...

Or, they might thank me.

So, often times, there are days where I don't quite make it out of my pj's. Today was one of those days. And, when that happens, my getting "out" of the house consists of me hanging out on our front porch rocking Bobby. I love these moments...

But, today... well, today was another story. I was a bit psychotic.

You see, we sometimes have people who think they are speed demons driving down our street. I was outside with Bobby long enough for him to fall asleep in my arms. And, lo and behold, this man comes speeding down our street. I forget that I am holding my sleeping baby in my arms (mind you, still in my pj's, no make-up, and hair a mess. Basically, I was one hot mess). So, I jump up and scream at the top of my lungs "Slow Down!!!"

Not more than 5 minutes later, a man driving a Beamer (who is not speeding), drives by, smiles and waves at me (nice gesture). What do I do? I yell, "You ran that stop sign!"

Oh Lord. I have become one of those people.

I guess that's what having a kid will do to ya!