Sometimes I find myself lying in bed after midnight, gazing at the ceiling, questioning if I got any of it right.
The baby 👶 eventually drifted off after three tries. My toddler cried because I handed her the blue cup instead of the red one. I raised my voice more than I intended. The laundry remains in the basket, and dinner consisted of scrambled eggs and toast. I feel stretched thin, tattered at the edges. Yet, even amidst that fatigue, the love is unwavering. Intense. Unyielding. Continue reading “The Hard Days Ahead Of Motherhood: What To Know!”