Looking at my posts, there is a LOT of whining. Again, sorry.
Truly, this is one of the best (if not THE best) periods of my life, but you would never know it because of all the whining.
But this has also been one of the worst periods of my life because I don't know what the heck I am doing, or how to manage it and I feel like I'm always disappointing someone, if not everyone. It's hella hard not to care about that. I don't know how mommy bloggers have time to post. Because I barely have time to wash my hair. And sometimes I worry that I'll leave without rinsing.
It seems unfair that the lovely fleeting moments of early parenthood can be so thoroughly tainted by a constant hovering of a nervous breakdown.
Inevitably, I will look back on this time and hate myself for caring so much that the ironing didn't get done or that I could no longer keep up with coworkers who put in 70 hours a week.
Thank goodness we have cameras.
|She makes everything I have to whine about seem not so bad.|