People.

It AMAZES me, no more like — ASTOUNDS me — SHOCKS me into stunned silent awe that I am this responsible EVERY day.

When you have a kid, suddenly, there is no day off.

You’re on and it’s you, 24.7.

The fact that I actually GET MYSELF UP and another LIVING BEING whom I get ready and remember to pack his bag for the day and necessities while also trying to remember all the crap I need … well, it literally sucks the breath out of me in pure awe.

How did I get to be so … adult? So … grown up? IS this adult, anyway? Because if so, Holy Mary, I think I need an adultier chaperone with me.

At all times, People.