So here's my next report on being a sahm:
Still nothing. Zero. Zip.
I've stayed at home, and I've been a mom, but I've been sooo sick for weeks. I mean, I've been Black Plague sick. It's been awful. I just manged to kinda get my voice back on Thursday. All I could do for weeks was to go to Delaney and Daniel's graduation and graduation parties (cause I'm just THAT kind of mom). Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures to show you just yet because I don't know how to work the camera.
Oh, wait! Yesterday, I did manage to go to a mandatory cheerleading meeting for Emerson and then spray half a bottle of weed killer on the tall-as-my-knees weeds in my flower beds. That's a sure sign I'm on the mend.
I kinda don't want to be on the mend, though. I lost about ten pounds during this little illness, so I'm quite certain I could have the Black Plague everyday and be perfectly happy.