I’m hardly a by-the-book person. In fact, the dozen or so books on parenting and baby sleep that I bought have all ended up serving as candle-holders on my nightstand, rather than actual resources to inform my mothering.
There is no other way to describe this past Friday than messy. I don’t mean that in a figurative sense, but in a very literal sense. Specifically, it was bloody.
Hey you. Yeah, you. The one who’s sitting, scrolling, exhausted, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Welcome to the sisterhood. Motherhood. We’re a wily bunch here.