While I might make some dang cute kids, I must finally confess that Motherhood is not for me.
I always pictured I would be a great mom. I don't know why. I have also always told myself that I would only have as many kids as I could handle. Who would have thought it would be 2 too many before I realized it?
That being said.. . what do I do?
I don't know.
For today at least, Motherhood is not for me. Definetly not one of my talents.
Today is one of those really hard days. Today is a day when I wished I had a Barnes and Noble nearby, where I could go escape on a chair in an air-conditioned building, kid free, and read a book.
I think I'm losing not only my sanity, but my identity.
(in a side note--maybe my air conditioner being broken and my husband never home is what is making this day so hard. . .)