This Whole Mom Thing

Is HARD. And EXHAUSTING. And absolutely freaking AMAZING. 

Is coffee with breakfast and wine with dinner. 

Is blood, sweat, tears and kisses, cuddles, smiles. 

Is piles of laundry, dirty dishes and a never ending to-do list. 

Is a lot less sleep and a lot more love. 

Is feeling like a complete failure and a total badass in the same day.

Is omg she's hungry AGAIN and omg I forgot to eat AGAIN.

Is counting poopy diapers, checking that she's still breathing and taking faster showers than you ever thought possible.

Is jogging up and down the stairs with her in the carrier, pushing the stroller around the house and rocking 40 thousand times to get her to take a nap.

Is wondering how you ever lived without her.

Is falling in love with your husband all over again. 

Is stress, worry and guilt, happiness, appreciation and contentment. 

Is deciding whether you should laugh, cry or drink a beer.

Is pajamas all day and up all night. 

Is realizing your bladder capacity when there's a sleeping baby on your chest.

Is ridiculous baby talk even though you can't stand your own voice when you play back the video.

Is learning to do everything with one hand.
Is dry shampoo, leggings and topknots on repeat.

Is taking way too many pictures and over sharing them.

Is thinking she is the cutest baby that ever lived, even when she's screaming.

Is both the craziest and best damn thing you've ever done.

Is by far the greatest accomplishment.