My snapchat memories of my partying days are hitting me in the feels lately. I used to be so fun.. no my idea of getting wild and crazy is staying up past 9 p.m. ๐ฅบ
Idk how my mom raised two kids + a full time job + was a wife + took care of the house. I feel like Iโm drowning already and I donโt even have any kids.
Nolan bought me coffee yesterday morning which was super sweet, but now he knows how much it costs and told me Iโm limited to how many times I can go to Starbs and Dunkin each week. Lame.
At least once a day I get a snap from one of my friends of their kids and every single time I ask how they are so big already. Why are these children growing so fast. They should still be babies.
Worst part about moving in with Nolan is I have to come home and scarf down my pre dinner snack before he gets here so he doesnโt judge me for eating that + a full dinner. ๐