It's ok that I asked Santa/Baby Jesus for a baby for Christmas (and maybe one for my sister).
It's ok that I just fed my daughter a peanut butter and "jewwy" sandwich for breakfast. That's all she wanted and it got her to eat.
It's ok that I had chocolate for breakfast.
It's ok that some days I don't do anything around the house until 2 hours before my husband gets home. I don't get much sleep.
It's ok that I love cheesy Days of Our Lives. I've been watching it since I was 5.
It's ok that I want to have something that will remind me of my angel baby, even if I don't like to talk about "him"
It's ok that I hope it snows the whole time my husband is on vacation so we have to spend all the time together.
It's ok that I drink coffee and sometimes a rockstar too just to clean my house. Again, I don't get much sleep.