Brainshambles

My first inclination is to say that this morning was one of the hardest mornings of my life. But I grow less naive with each passing day, and realize that there will be a morning worse than this one. And I’ve at least made it past today.

I returned to work today, after being off on medical/maternity leave since March 7th. I didn’t sleep one minute the night before. I peeled myself off the bathroom floor in the morning. I pushed onward because there was simply nothing else for me to do.

Wise words were said here and there by a few with more experience than myself. It’s hard to believe the truth. Right now, the truth is, my sweatpants-wearing, baby-wearing days are over (minus weekends). I’m back to the psychotic daily grind of a whirlwind life.

My little Paige greeted me with smiles when I finally made it home after what felt like the world’s longest drive. Audrey is still sleeping, but I know I can always count on her for big toothless grins, even around fussy evening time. I can do this. We must do this.