Quickly put together for a snack the other day. Hopefully one day the little things will be appreciated. Right now I dont’ get much thanks. A smile from Brennan, and that’s about it. I never really considered the ‘hardship’ that motherhood takes on your emotions and well being. Everyone talks about not feeling like you’re worth anything if you’re not working, and the stress of it, but I equated it to a job. Oops, there are no days off. There are no nights off. There are no weekends off. Time off is not possible. Your brain never quits going, you feel insecure at the slightest mention that something is ‘wrong’ with your kids, etc. Obviously, it’s my fault if there is failure. I’m here 24/7. While I don’t think there is anything wrong, sometimes it sure feels that way. Can anyone really be that cranky ALL THE TIME? *sigh* I think the real problem lies in the fact that my husband and I haven’t had 10 minutes of quiet together in what seems like forever. We chatted a bit in the hospital 4 months ago. Ever since then it’s been all loud all the time. By the time the girls are put to bed, we’re both exhausted. I know other moms magically get fairies to come and take care of their kids, but that doesn’t happen for us. I don’t suppose it will for a while, but I’m sitting here watching my kid say ‘I love you SO MUCH’ to her baby sister. I’m going right somewhere, right? We’ll have time together when they’re grown. As long as we can still smile through diaper changes and laugh through the grossness of spit up, I guess we’ll be alright.