I'm Ashleigh. Born and raised in a small town in Michigan. I'm twenty-one. My daughter, Scarlett Elizabeth,arrived here on December 20th, 2012 at 7:51am. 9lbs 8oz of perfection. <3Ask me anything
*disclaimer* I am not trying to shame anyone for anything they do or the way they do things.*
-I work full time between 35-40 hours a week.
-I continue to breastfeed as much as humanly possible, though my supply is a fraction of what it used to be. I still pump, even if only for an ounce.
-I use cloth diapers and wipes primarily, though I do use disposable when she’s with my mom once or twice a week.
-I do all the diaper laundry and stuff the diapers by myself. This was part of Sean and my deal for cloth diapering.
-I survive on a maximum of 6 hours of sleep a night.
-I come home after a full work day and take care of my beautiful baby girl by myself most nights as Sean works the opposite shift of me.
I am a bad fucking bitch. Fuck yeah. I need to give myself more credit for what I do. I may not be perfect, but god be damned if I don’t work my ass off to give my family the life we deserve. If I don’t respect and love myself, how can anyone else?
Somehow, I got into a conversation about circumcision with a male co worker today. I told him cold hard facts, and he still says well if I have a son I’m circumcising him because the bible says to, and it would be embarrassing to not be circumcised. I mean, I don’t have a penis, but I cannot fathom why it would be embarrassing to be intact? Oh, and his other excuse was it’s okay because he won’t remember it.
So if I drug you and remove a body part, it will be considered okay because you won’t remember it? Sound logic.
I told him that I pray he never has a son, or that RIC is illegal by then.