I can’t really explain being a mommy because I feel like it never makes any sense unless you are a mom yourself. I know before I was a mom, I didn’t understand when people would tell me they were wrecked, but so infinitely happy. What? How is that possible? Isn’t a full 8 hours of sleep and weekly mental health days needed to live a happy life? Haha.
I am the most tired and overwhelmed I have ever felt in my entire life. I have no idea what time is because I have zero of it. I have not seen the latest blockbuster and haven’t visited the newest Miami hot spot. Three drinks no longer get me drunk, they get me sleepy. My roots are basically down to my ears and I am covered in white hairs. My eyebrows haven’t been plucked in months and my nail polish is constantly chipped (or not there at all). I have bags under my eyes for the first time in my life. I can barely keep up with work and am absent from most social functions. Short skirts are no longer a part of my wardrobe.
But I’m the happiest I have ever been. See what I mean? It makes no sense.
But that’s just the way it is. I see the world with new, shinier and sparklier lenses. I have a reason to do everything I do besides for myself (which, don’t get me wrong, is more than enough). And I feel love and appreciation in such powerful ways on a daily basis that I can say with 100% certainty I never felt before. There is a smile on my face more days than not, and it’s so nice.