We’re officially down to hardly any clean clothes, can’t remember when our sheets were last changed, and our bedroom floor is made out of clothes (it used to be hardwood).

I sent my fiancé a photo of my outfit... turned his T-shirt into a dress for myself. And he has the damn nerve to reply “too bad the laundry doesn’t do itself”

I swear this man has a death wish 😂😂

Guess I’ll be trying to figure out how to do laundry with a sleepy, clingy baby going through a growth spurt 😂

(And no, I’m not tall... I’m 5’ 1” the ceilings in this rental are soooo low!)