Thursday, 6 October 2011


There are days when being a mother to a baby is a joy... When naps and feedings are a breeze and they're just a sweet bundle of cuteness. When you can pop your baby into their stroller and go for a nice long walk in the crisp fall sunshine while you count your blessings.

And then there are the other days.

The days after a night of hell spent trying in vain to get your baby to sleep. The days when napping just isn't on your baby's agenda. The days when whining and crying is the only way they want to communicate. The days when your hair is pulled and your skin pinched so much you think the neighbors will think you're abused! When putting on a diaper is like pulling teeth (actually that's every day). When motherhood seems like more of a curse than a blessing.

I like to refer fondly to those days as motherhell. On days like that, I spend an inordinate amount of time threatening to drop my baby off at the closest orphanage. I drink too much coffee and think about a nice stiff drink.

Today is one of those days. Raise your hand if you know what I'm talking about!

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