Maybe
this is a second kid kind of a thing or a new baby situation, but man, I
miss having my act together. Two short months ago, I totally felt I was
rocking the work-at-home mom thing. Then baby #2 arrived, and while he
is delightful and wonderful and a much, much easier baby than I
deserve, there is no longer a single, solitary aspect of my life I am
not ragingly behind on. Thank you notes unwritten, blogs not
maintained, friends not called, books, hell, magazines unread. And
we'll not talk about the tumbleweeds of pet fur all over my house or
the disorganized cluster-you-know-what that is my work life.
So I found this essay, from Parenting (my least favorite parenting mag), of all places, very reassuring.
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