kayfromhome

The days are long and by all accounts, unproductive, now that I’m a mother.

Mother. MOTHER. I am someone’s mother. How is this real life?

I am both deeply annoyed and disproportionately amazed that these are my days now. Amazed that I’m living in answered prayer, but annoyed and honestly, aghast that it’s not anything like I thought it’d be.

The days are long and by all accounts, unproductive. It’s frustrating how much time and focus is singularly spent on keeping this tiny determined being from destroying my house, or worse, herself.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m more bored than I could have ever imagined. And everything hurts, all over and all the time.

The days are long and by all accounts, unproductive… but they’re the best days of my life.