I was pouring out all my motherhood frustrations to my waxer during a session (distracts me from the pain) when she quipped, “Oh but a lot of mothers I know won’t even dare say those things.” And she is right.
Last week Mama took you to the park early in the morning, just after Papa left. You probably have forgotten already. Today I’m looking at the photos I took that day. It was a short two-hour of playing outside. But it felt longer because you had so much fun.
here must be something about these postpartum hormones that make women do silly things. Go on a stupid shopping spree for example. This must be how I dealt with my postpartum depression, if I did actually have it (I’m still not sure, but I’ll tell you one day when I’ve finally figured it out).