So I'm not Carrie Bradshaw

So last night I was laying in bed trying to get to sleep and began daydreaming about my new blog. I had visions of myself curled up in a cool retro desk chair, smoking, and staring at my laptop with inspirational words to write that the world would soon be reading. Then it dawned on me that I was trying to morph myself into Miss Carrie Bradshaw. Reality hit me square in the face tonight when I was picking up my sweet baby boy out of his jumperoo telling him how much I loved him as he pukes all over my face, I could feel the warmth of it on my lips, but it never enters my mouth and I am seriously thanking the Lord. Gross!!!!!