I've got such an army of moms around me this time around and let me tell you, it makes all the difference.
I had a heck of an army the first time too... and I'd never trade them.. but it just hits different to have someone who really *gets it* tell you you're going a good job.
Hi, everyone.
I'm Brittany.
I'm 30 years old,
and I cannot for the life of me get my brain to wrap around time changes.
Please don't ask me what time it is today, or what time this was yesterday.
I know neither.
Please.
Thanks for letting me get that out.
Other people's intrusive thoughts: what if the house catches on fire?
My intrusive thoughts: if we die in age order then they're all going to have to lose me... and then the kids will be alone... and then she's going to have to watch her best friend leave her and have no one..
The @AmazonKindle app with prime reading on my phone has been maybe the best thing I've ever discovered.
Not me reading multiple books at once, just because I can 🤣
Watched from the sidelines as my son get his world rocked during soccer today.
Watched him jump up with a thumbs up to the coach and keep going.
Had to wait an entire hour before I could get my hands on him to make sure he was *really* okay.
Motherhood, man.
My papaw calls every one of Rory's hair bows and clips "ribbons" and always said "What are they trying to do? Make you into a girl? With them ole ribbons in your hair?" And I just 🥹🥹🥹
Logged back on Twitter after a few months, sent my husband a flirty message, liked some of yalls stuff from ages ago, realized why I left in the first place, logged back off 🤣
I love these children and this family more than anything in the world. More than I need the air that I breathe.
But I cannot wait for the day that I belong to myself again.