A couple of months late, but here are some musings on parenthood 6 months in.
You’re never on time to anything.
Moms no longer appear in photos because we’re the one taking them.
Laundry will be everywhere all the time in various stages of completion.
Play dates are for moms, not kids.
Her nightmares must be just me walking out of the room.
Baby doesn’t care what I if you are sick or have debilitating back pain.
Moms don’t get a lunch hour. Or a weekend off.
My knees now sound like crinkle paper.
This Is Temporary 