Sometimes this whole {new} Motherhood thing gets the best of me.

I feel like a scattered hot mess, under productive and as hard as I try to be organized, there’s always that one damn thing I forget. I mean, really, who the hell can remember socks?!

If you can remember them, how is it possible not to perpetually lose something that small?

And the sleep. What I wouldn’t give for one night of a seven hour stretch of sleep. But then this happens.

Love.

And I remember that this Love surrounds me, all of us, constantly — if we allow ourselves to look for it. And this Love, makes it all worth it