Crazy.
And its hard. Crazy hard sometimes. Or, rather, in its hardness it makes you crazy?
But, here is my thing, and the gist of this blog.
We sometimes (read, all the time) make it harder on ourselves.
We have this ideal of perfectly achieved mommyhood. And as we pick boxed mac and cheese noodles off the floor at midnight and flop into our bed that hasn't been made in months we think, "This is not the gig I signed up for."
Have no fear, dear sweet tired reader, you are not alone.
This blog exists for you. We can try, we all do, but we still exist, we still matter, and we need to cut ourselves a break.
