Today was one of those days….succumbed to tears in my room. I laid in bed tonight sobbing. Body shaking, catch your breath kind of crying. I felt it coming for the most part of the day; even had a glimpse of it as I spoke to my dear friend on the phone in the afternoon. I called her to hear her say that I’m not a lunatic. Sometimes you just need some reassurance. I wanted her to tell me that I’m not crazy and that in my shoes she would do and feel the same. A few sobs escaped, just enough for me to feel a little better. I’m angry.…

Sometimes I wonder how I am functioning day after day. Remember the days of having a newborn and getting no sleep? Remember waking at every little whimper or cry and rushing to peek over the crib? Our son is nearing 19 months and we are still in the “newborn” sleep mode. Last night, sleepy boy was ready for bed so we laid him in bed and prepared his feed. Connect his extension to his button, give him his reflux med, pour formula in the feeding bag, adjust the rate and dose of his feed, and pray he goes to sleep without too many whimpers. Now I have time to do some…

I have yet to define myself. In the ABOUT section of Facebook you can choose where you work, and ever since I have stopped working outside the home I have no idea what to put here. I am still confused at the question “what do you do?” from others. I am not a stay at home mom. I am so much more. Yes, as a mother I have my routine duties. I am a chocolate milk maker, bedtime story reader, knock-knock joke teller, and laundry lady. I am the toothpaste and toilet paper purchaser as well as the “Swiffer-er.” (I wish I had time to scrub the floor on my…