It’s official. I am “in it.”
The stage of motherhood where breathing is secondary to making meals, changing diapers, giving baths, buckling car seats, lugging diaper bags, washing pee off the walls, soothing 3am-wakers, taking one minute showers, carrying kickers and screamers to nap time, unburying myself from the peed-and-pooped-on laundry pile and running a business from home … while weaving in time to foster my marriage and execute self care.
Let me be clear.
Being “in it” is not a disease and I am not a victim. I am blessed with three healthy, beautiful babies and it is the privilege of my life to be their mom.
It is also one of my greatest challenges, and I refuse to not admit that. Continue reading