Baby Got Back

I’ve gotta say, I’ve been relegated to cyberspace purgatory ever since the little squirt was born.

It’s been a whirlwind of feeds, diaper changes, puke mop-ups, nursery rhymes and lullabies. Plus, I’m expected to conjure up non-stop entertainment. Just the other day, I swear I heard him call me Bobo.

Well, I did create an account on Facebook, but its downright embarrassing when my own mother has more friends than I do. Heck, I even managed to clock a whole week without checking my emails.

The only time I spent online, it’s to surf baby websites on “Getting your baby to sleep”.

So I’ve decided. It’s time to get back on the horse.

If not for anything else, at least to maintain my coolness factor. Here’s how it works. Becoming a mom knocked off at least 25 points from my coolness rating. Putting on 30 pounds took another 45 points. The bad hair and frumpy clothes cost about 25 points. Which leaves me a grand total of 5 points. In other words, I’m no longer cool. In fact, I’m now pretty hot.

It was either this or I’ve gotta pick up belly-dancing. I think I’ll save that for later.