So I had my post all planned out about our outing
getting our 38 cent fish.
How we made homemade fish sticks, and how we made a fish mobile with scrap paper, orange thread and our chandelier, and how we got a huge box of fishy crackers.
Then I read THIS post by one of my best friends.
And then I walked by the fish tank.
And knew I needed to write about something other than recipes.
To this same best friend a few months after she told me she was expecting her second baby, I mailed her a random card saying some advice I have given a few friends when they are moms (not saying I am a pro) It went something like this:
"No where is it written that you have to shower daily.
Its ok to cry.
Its ok for the house to be a mess.
And its ok to swear occasionally."
Cause the truth is, sometimes, I look at the mess, the chorus of crying kids, the bags under my eyes and wish for something different.
I'll catch my mind wondering in hypotheticals, like the adorable/funky/professional ensembles I would wear to my hypothetical rad job, about the traveling I would do, about my un-saggy boobs, un-stretched out skin, and narrower hips, about sleeping in, about money spent on myself.
I dont think I'm alone in this.
And I don't think I'm alone in knowing that motherhood is amazing. Its the best thing I've ever done.
I know I'm not alone in saying I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I wouldn't recommend it to everyone, only those willing to be stretched beyond what they thought was possible and have their heart grow exponentially.
I guess really, what I really am trying to say is:
if you are out there, having a hard time,
maybe a really hard time? Know that you are not alone.
We've been there/are there/will be there.