People. An all time new low, or high, depending on how you look at it from my day.

Maman and I ventured out to Meijer. We had grand plans of going to a few places today. Who were we kidding? Like there was going to be time for that!

Prior to Meijer, I hit up the BMV to renew my license, since it expires on my birthday. I now understand why TC gets all stressed about the eye test. I was sure I failed it and was shocked that you can only miss two before failing.

I think it’s highly unfair that they make you start on line 5, where all the numbers are already slightly blurred, and then I kept seeing a glare on the screen.

When it came time to take my picture, for once, I didn’t shamelessly ask for multiple takes. That’s what having a baby with you does — you don’t give a shit because you’re just so happy your kid isn’t crying or having a meltdown and you want to get out of there as fast as possible before a meltdown does happen.

However, what did bother me … they blow up the picture up! So my face looks puffy and huge and I’m sure if someone saw the picture, they’d for sure think I was obese. On the plus side … if someone saw me in person after having seen said picture, they’d be pleasantly surprised. I figure it’s always better to look better in person than in a photo. Always.

Back to Meijer.

I realized, after how long, I don’t even know, that I was walking around the place holding onto my boobs. So it looked like I was feeling myself up.

The only reason I even realized this in the first place was because I walked by an elderly man in a wheelchair who had a look of shock on his face. And not the good kind. That would be of a sexy nature — and not like I’m trying to look sexy for the seniors! — at all. I’m just saying … no sexiness going on here. None.

And if there was, I’d hope I’d draw the attention from a younger generation.

This is what happens when you’re sleep deprived and your boobs constantly feel like they’re on god damn fire — you hold on to them. As though that is going to make them magically feel better!

I think this is also par for the course of having a baby and losing all sense of modesty because now … now People, I don’t give a shit.

I’ll whip out my boob in front of anyone to feed FOH. I’m over the conservative bullshit that used to have me all worked up.

I believe I stopped caring right around the time I was pushing FOH out and had to have a nurse hold one of my legs back and she kept staring at my vayjay to report back progress of how much head she could see coming out.

It’s these kind of defining moments when I realize, it’s so much better to just not give a shit.

It’s just boobs and vayjays. There’s a few billion of those on our planet. What’s the big deal?