On the ball is not how you would describe my life since Jameson was born. The littlest things that I used to do without thinking (i.e. put laundry away) can stay on my to-do list for days. Or weeks. Like my bedsheets: I finally got around to changing them two days ago after intending to do so for a few weeks.
And what happened last night? Jameson ate around 3:30, and half an hour later, threw up — not spit up, THREW up — all over himself, me, and the clean sheets.
C’est la vie.