I keep expecting to one day wake up and know what the hell I’m doing in this life of motherhood.
I’ve got the bases of loving, trusting and respecting my child down pat, and I fiercely strive to protect those bases.
Yet the other, more tangible, situational, organizational, numerical and implementation-al aspects of feeding, bathing, clothing, “resting”, socializing, outings and childcare (yes, even that) are a total shit show.
I feel like the antithesis of not having my shit together in those realms.
But hey, my kid is happy!? I think…