If 2016 was the rise for me, then 2017 was meant to be the fall. It was a year that broke me, in every sense and in every way possible.
I'm bracing myself for the comments about to come my way, especially from those who may get upset at the title without reading what I have to say first.
When you look on the phone or the computer, you can just see the happiness oozing out of the screen. Looking through social media with all of the group photos, the smiles and hugs between families, significant others, and even their dogs/cats dressed up for the occasion. Everyone on Earth appears to be happy right about now, except for you.
It has been a labor-intensive act, but I am forever grateful that this experience has helped me bond with my daughter and allowed me to slow down enough to spend quality time with her during her first months of life. Also, all the money I saved by not having to buy formula was also a huge bonus.
I literally only have three wrapped presents under the Christmas tree for PJ. Her first Christmas is coming up, and I feel like I am a horrible person for only getting her three things, and two of those things are just re-gifted hand-me downs. But still, I'm thankful that after this rough year there are even any presents under our Christmas tree.
The universe doesn't care if you're Beyonce or the President of the United States - we all get the standard 24 hours in a day. Granted, we don't have the luxury of having special assistants or personal managers to help schedule and block a day's timeline perfectly like a game of Tetris. No, we are … Continue reading I’m not going to do it all.