So Thursday of this last week, I was having a really bad day... one of those malfunctioning-car, ran-out-of-coffee, teeth-cutting, all-the-bills-came-in-today kind of bad days, and to top it off Daniel was scheduled for a double which meant a long 15 hours for both of us. I called my mom to ask her a quick question about plans for the weekend, she asked me how my day was going (she didn't know what a can of worms that would open) and then I just cried and told her everything.
She said something about how being a mom is a little bit like spending your life looking into a mirror, and it really is. I spend my days now changing diapers, reading stories, cutting food into bite-sized pieces, playing ball and cleaning up a thousand little messes, and few of these things provide much of a distraction from myself.
