Isn’t that just how motherhood can go? One minute, you’re killing the game, trying to decide what the title of your “tips on motherhood” book is going to be, and the next minute, you’re crying in the bathroom trying to figure out why anyone trusted you alone with tiny humans.
Sometimes, it seems the days I’m most determined to succeed as a mom are the days I fail most miserably. Other times, the zero effort I give that manifests itself in the form of a pizza party in mom’s bed results in the most victorious surprise and happy memory. It’s interesting how quickly this mothering thing can shift.
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