Today is the kind of day where we stay at home and spend the day trying to keep each other alive and sane. When you become a parent, your sanity is something that doesn't stick around often and I'm guaranteed to lose my shit today.
It's so easy to get comfortable with a routine or habit, and up until now Delilah has been a little angel. She has been a well rested, happy baby. So we got comfortable, thinking that having two kids was a fucking breeze. Pffft.
One day I might wake up feeling refreshed and optimistic about life. That day is not today.
I admire mothers who wake up in the morning, make breakfast around the table in a tidy kitchen, fully dressed, quirky and generally fucking loving life. I want what they're having. Unicorn dust, maybe? Some kind of drug? Whatever it is, I'll have some.
On a day like today, I will put the telly on, position the kids in front of it, make cereal and a bottle, then when the kids are satisfied I will curl on the sofa with a blanket and slowly die. What even is a morning person?
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