I'm Feeling 22?

I'm not sure if you've ever heard the song 22 by Taylor Swift.  But it's all over the radio these days.

And for some reason every time it comes on, all I can think is, THAT is not what 22 is like for me.  22 isn't about dressing up like hipsters.  Also, I don't look anything like Taylor Swift after having 2 kids.  I probably look more like I'm 82 with the bags under my eyes all the time.
But I keep listening to this song anyway.  And in my head I end up rewriting the song to fit what 22 is REALLY like for me, which lead me to this:

It feels like a perfect day to watch Cars 2.
And read all the Clifford books.
Uh uh uh uh
It feels like a perfect day to get puked on,
Right after I've showered.
Uh uh uh uh
YEAHHHHH
Little S's hyper, hungry, cranky and teething at the same time.

It's miserable and magical (not really)
Today's the day that I'm actually going to be productive, yeah right.

I don't know about you, but I'm always changing poop.
Everything will be alright, if I turn on Blue's Clues.
You don't know about Rae
But she's always hungry.
Everything will be alright, if we just keep Netflix on Blue's Clues.
Blue's Clues.

It seems like ones of those nights
Little S just wants to run and tear up my whole house
uh uh uh uh
It seems like ones of those nights
I need a glass of Pinot and a gallon of ice cream and not have to share my ice cream.
YEAHHHHH
I'm tired, unproductive, hungry and messy in the worst way.
It's pathetic and shameful (I know)
Tonight's the night I'm actually going to do laundry, never mind.

I don't know about you, but I'm always changing poop.
Everything will be alright, if I turn on Blue's Clues.
You don't know about Rae
But she's always hungry
Everything will be alright, if we just keep Netflix on Blue's Clues.
Blue's Clues.

I REALLY think the lack of sleep is taking its toll on my sanity when I just rewrote an entire T Swift song and considered it a good use of my time....

Please send me coffee.  And brownies.
Lots of brownies.

M