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I vow never to take advantage of living in a house or when my son, Kalel, starts to walk.
I was in a rush to come home because in all honestly I had to go boo boo and tinkle. So, when holding it in I get all sweaty and I was already wearing a hoodie in the hot Florida sun so I was dying. Anyway, Kalel's passed out in the back seat.
I jump out of the car and grab my backpack from school, a bunch of banana's ggma Carmen gave me, plus his over-overflowing diaper bag and then Kalel who couldn't even hold himself up he was so tired, poor baby lol.
Luckily I live on the fisrt floor of my complex or else my arms would have fallen off. I do this every morning and every afternoon I come home and I should be used to it but when your sweating so bad because you gotta take a shit you can't think of anything else.
So I was praying I wouldnt drop anything. Managed to get the door open and throw everything but Kalel on the floor then dash to his room to lay him down in his crib and stripped down to my socks to sit here on my royal thrown and type this up.

revealing yes, idkgaf, honestly.
Since I gave birth and everyone in the damn hospital saw my hooha (including my mom! how embarrassing), I really could care less. I'd have nurses grabbing my tits to feed the baby, which will never happen again. But you're in such a daze you don't know what's right and wrong. But having nurses in the bathroom, a guy nurse as well, while I went pee would have been mortifying if I hadn't been drugged up from the bellybutton down and still feeling all the pain. But whatever. Great experiences.