musing

Motherhood is not what I thought it would be. It is stickier, messier, louder, stinkier and much more exhausting than I ever dreamed.

I thought I would be more sure of myself.

Instead, I keep hoping my children's mother will show up soon to take care of all the hard stuff.

Exactly what age do you stop feeling like an insecure teenager and start feeling like a mature, responsible adult?

I hope it happens soon.

For their sake.