Today has kicked me in the butt.
I only curled half of my hair.
I drank a Red Bull before 7:15 a.m.
I fell asleep on the floor after saying my morning prayers.
My kid ate Play-Doh.
My other one went down for a nap with leaves in her hair.
We have watched an undisclosed number of Daniel Tiger episodes.
Lincoln is teething and it’s a hot, wet, mess.
No, it’s not my best day.
If I’m being totally honest though, it’s just a day. This. Is. Motherhood.
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I’ve about had it.
Can we all just collectively agree that parenting is hard. Any aspect of it. Motherhood, fatherhood, pregnancy, infertility – all of it. It is HARD.
But my goodness, if we don’t make it harder for each other than we need to.
I came across a Facebook post earlier today that talked about how women aren’t “lucky” to be able to breastfeed, they are just more determined and stubborn than you. While this wasn’t the exact wording, this was the clear message.
I walked away feeling like the only difference between moms that breastfeed and moms that don’t is their sheer desire to give their baby what’s best.
I call a big, fat, hearty load of B.S.
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