I think I did celebrate Mother's Day last year, but I have no memory of it. Too sleep-deprived, no doubt...I probably celebrated it with a bubble bath and a prayer that things would be easier by Mother's Day the following year.
And they are; there's no question that they are. At this point, it's not quite so much about survival as it is about balancing each day with enough activities to keep my son occupied and entertained, and enough down-time for Mommy to keep her from losing her marbles. And though I'm getting closer to a good balance, I can't say that I've got things completely worked out yet.
But I don't want to sound like one of these contemporary "getting things done" efficiency gurus. My son is my real Mother's Day present, let's face it.
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