I couldn’t love my son more, and as much as I love being a mom, I am learning that motherhood is about survival: your child’s survival because of you, and your survival in spite of your child.
I hate feeling out of control. It’s really really hard for a type A like me to surrender to the fact that something that worked yesterday might not work today, if only for the simple reason that my son just doesn’t feel like it.
I need to take a few deep breaths and a nap. I can’t imagine even letting my son see me lose it, but I swear I just want to walk into the next room and scream into a pillow. That is, if he’d let me put him down without shrieking.