motherhood is hard.

this past weekend friends from Colorado visited and she suggested that i consider putting bebe in daycare once or twice a week because:

“you are too smart and learning-oriented to be imprisoned all day.”

i’ll admit that this staying-at-home year is eating me alive, and at this point, my mom (with whom i argue often) can’t come here soon enough to help me.

these days especially with coming out of the cold and having a potentially new business direction that threw a kink to the other new business direction that i thought was “it”…

i’ve found myself exhausted and earlier today, simply sitting sprawled on the carpet mindlessly watching bebe crawl around and explore.

i was just on the phone with a business colleague, talking for 45 minutes, while bebe crawled around; my mom (who remained on skype) said bebe was so well-behaved, letting me talk without much fussing. she’s right, bebe was wonderful, and he is a great bebe. i’m a really lucky mom.