D'sheveled. Makes it seem French. Like for all people know, in French it means D'sheveled: being in a state of glamour and wealth, a socialite. In plain English it means: HOT MESS. I used to have it together. I mean like really together. I knew when I had appointments that were 6 months out. I knew my husbands social security number by heart, clipped coupons and knew where I stashed them, and could recite the address of everyone I knew. Then, I gave birth. Just like that, my memory (along with my nice boobs, patience, energy, ability to multi-task) went down the proverbial drain. Gone, never to be seen again. Now if you don't have time to read this because you have it all together, I won't take offense. I mean, I probably won't call you my friend, but you won't know, because you didn't read this anyways. For the rest of you, you know who you are, the ones sitting on the computer with the following windows opened: Pinterest, Facebook, People,
Real life. Real motherhood. Real kids. Real shit.