[photo source] 4:00pm. The damned clock has defeated me again. The promise of a whole new day stretching out ahead of me has been reduced to this – a house infinitely more chaotic than when the (promising) day began and dinner is not started. Best intentions have been sucked into the vortex of breastfeeds and […]
{Photo Credit} Tuesdays on The Little Mumma are normally reserved for Harlow. Today's post would be Eight Little Weeks. Has she really been here for so long already? But I can't write that post tonight. I can't write it because I am too damned tired. The kind of tired that feels like you have grit […]
…has anyone told the baby? Spend these last weeks and days connecting with your baby. It is a precious time. Write in your journal and rest. Enjoy it. Annnnnnnnd, no. That's not happening. I love the idea of it. And perhaps during my first pregnancy, I even did it. But the truth is, this time around, […]
{Photo source} "..they were like a mirror at her weakest moments…" I'm reading this fabulous book at the moment, The Privileges by Jonathan Dee, and while it is the story of a family, I didn't expect it to provide such a powerful gem. And on a day when the reflection my kids were providing […]
Stomach bugs, tonsillitis and more stomach bugs. Welcome to the last week of life at chez M-G. Monday, when I had Bren drive me to the emergency department of the hospital at which I will be having Little Lady, I knew I wasn't right. I knew I had most likely caught the stomach bug that […]
