Apparently I'm not the only one having a hard time transitioning back to work. Zoey The Dog, who has assumed the role of Aubrey's furry guardian and BFF, doesn't know what to do with herself now that we are gone all day and her baby is not around for her to keep an eye on. So in an act of boredom/ defiance/curiosty, she took it upon herself to tear into a bottle that was left in the living room and consume the remaining formula. Mmmm, tasty. I present Exhibit A, with Zoey's handiwork on the left as compared to an intact bottle on the right. Nice, huh? (Please also notice the nipple and tan peice are missing... thankfully I later found these under the furniture.)
So that is what I came home to a few nights ago, with the carnage left all over the floor. Of course this had to happen the week I returned to work, which was also the week that Aubrey came down with his first cold, ear infection, and constant diarrhea, and while Justin was working until midnight. Welcome to the life of a working mom!
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