Sept 8. 2016
Today I sent out a newsletter, booked two parties, marked up a menu, and designed materials for an upcoming promo.
I also spent 15 minutes fixing a light-up hippo while my daughter played in her dirty laundry.
I texted back and forth with my boss, letting him know how many RSVPs came through for an event.
I put down my phone to carry my baby into the bathroom and turn on the shower, desperately hoping it would stop her crying. It didn't, but my car keys did.
"How is life as a mom?" a childless acquaintance asks. "It's great!" I say and truly mean. I go on about how lovely and cute she is.
"How was she today?" my husband asks. "Hard," I grumble. I'm bitter that I was stuck with her and feel like I'm simply terrible at this.
Today when the emails stopped pouring in I took a moment to write this while my daughter examined her puzzle. This was after I let her roll around in the blanket my husband and I spent too much on during our honeymoon in Peru. It's before I put her to bed, wrap up with work, and eat in peace.
Life as a parent is...different.