So here it is the other side of the coin.
On one hand I am a mother. I am supposed to know it all, have my crap together, do the right thing. So many things should be different.
Instead I am a basket case I have no idea what I am doing most of the time and yet I have to pretend to have a clue so no one thinks I am insane.
It makes me wonder how many other mother's are flying by the seat of their pants?
How many other parent's do not have a clue and just act like they do?
In a way it is comforting. In a way that is kind of scary.
Then I think no one can possibly know everything and it has gotten better or easier with each child!
Life is just so confusing right now.........................
