I love being a mum. There has never been any doubt there. I feel like I've been able to keep up my own interests enough not to "lose" my identity as an individual, which seems a big concern these days. I enjoy Isaac's company. It's all good.
Except when he wakes up consistently at 11:00pm and wails and/or complains for two hours. Dad only makes it worse. It has to be mum. And he is then up and at 'em at 5:30am.
The craft suffers, as the walking dead (me, and a few others I'm sure) are not not known for our creativity and prodigious output.
Frustrating.
I am thinking mums who start small businesses with small kids are more then human. Or maybe the Power of the Mummy grows the longer she walks in the nether world.
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