What ever happened to predictability?

I never believed it until now but there really is no harder job than being a mom. Of course it is fun and one of the most rewarding things you will ever do but most day you are just trying to get through it and it is so often about survival. People ask me how I do it. And I think my best friend, Brittaney, said it best: We do it as best we can. We go until we can't go anymore and we love it. But at any point, anywhere at any time, we could close our eyes and fall asleep.

I would be lying if I said I never miss the life that I had before I was a mom. And some days I feel it more than others. Like today for example. Since most of my days, food is no longer about enjoyment for me but rather, how fast can I shove this food into the hole in my head before another meltdown, I was just a little bitter when I heard what Grant had for lunch. While he was enjoying pulled pork hash, fried eggs and mimosas, I was inhaling a salad with dry chicken chunks on top, while watching Full House. Seriously, Full House, as in the Tanners.

Was I jealous of his meal? Of course! However, later that day, my baby fell asleep on my chest, reminding me that what I do all day is worth it. And I am positive that his head smelled a hell of a lot better than anyone's slow roasted pulled pork.