I found this today while cleaning house. I don't remember writing it. It was next to my bed, so I must have done it either in the middle of the night or early in the morning while still semi-asleep. Apparently this is how I feel about mothering when I'm not conscious.
I used to think that life was hard.
Then I had a baby.
I had no idea.
Interesting.
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I wish I could start writing down my middle of the night ramblings. They always make for great conversation the next day.
To my knowledge I've never babbled about motherhood, but there was the time when I tried to nurse the cat and couldn't figure out why the baby wouldn't latch and stop crying.
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